Her Sweet Liberation: Billionaire Secrets - Book Six (5 page)

"I'm not asking Lindsay. We just made an agreement, now you need to shape up.   I allow you to undress me, this one time only, and in return you lie down for me and you let me take you any way I want to. It's pretty simple." He stared at her with his intense eyes. "Now get this shirt off me because frankly I need to be undressed. Urgently." He patted the struggling bulge in his pants. "You've been fucking with my head for months and with my balls for weeks. Now get moving."

She reached up to his broad shoulders and slipped back the shirt without touching him. Her pert and erect nipples came close to his hard chest and she felt his male heat against her quivering female flesh.

"I'll lie for you." She said, close to his chest and looking down along that chiseled abdomen to his hips and thighs. "But in return you have to lie for me too."

He looked down at her soft auburn hair. He had been dreaming about it every night and waking up wet, unsatisfied, somehow always missing the peak in his dreams but exhausting himself nevertheless in the process. He had never been able to come in erotic dreams which only made things worse. He leaned down to smell her hair and it was so real, so vivid, so unlike the mirage of the woman in his nightly dreams and so terrifyingly provocative.

"Unbuckle me." He said.

She put her hands to his belt and slowly undid him, pulling his hips and ass gently forwards as she did so. His breath deepened and she looked up at him.

"There's got to be a deal." She said.

"I've got no problem." He said, but his normally dead even, deep sexy voice gave him away on the last hoarsely croaked syllable. He was in pain. "You're the one who needs someone to fix them, not me."

"I want you to fix me." She said, sliding the belt out of his pants and dropping it to the floor. "But it has to be fair. You take me whatever way you want to and then in return I take you, any way that
I
want
you
."

She pushed the tips of her fingers inside his pants and felt him contract from his tight ass and stomach to his massive shoulders.

"Unzip me." He said, still clinging on to the illusion of being fully in control of the situation. A surge of excitement went through Lindsay. No-one had ever been so cocky with her before, no-one had ever treated her like this, ordering her to do things and making her desperately want to be a good little girl. It was everything wasn't and it was making her wetter than ever.

She ran her hand down his crotch and felt his balls move in response.

One part of her, the new, compliant part, was ready to obey, but her old self refused to give anything away without something in return.

She looked at him and despite his bravado her journalists nose called bullshit. Hargrave was acting tough but he was just as damaged as her, maybe even more so. The thought excited and filled her with guilt at the same time. Fucking him would be the most greatest thrill of her life. She would take him, break him and then remake him, just as he was doing with her. 

"Fair's fair Mr. Hargrave." She said as she gripped his pants with one hand and took the zipper with the other. "You want to take something from me you have to give something in return. You got me naked now I get you naked."

She pulled the zip down and felt the heat from his hot iron on her fingers. He obviously wouldn't resist her much longer. Her confidence began to return. No man had ever wanted her as much as this before. There would be no disappointment as long as he got what he wanted, but would she be able to put her money where her mouth was and lie back for him? She was talking big but what about the moment he was finally on top of her? Would it all go wrong? Would she recoil and seize up?

"Pull my pants down. Slowly. Be careful with my cock." He said.

"I'll pull them down if you promise to lie down and let me look at you after we fuck."

He froze and then swallowed hard. Could he take that? Just lie there and be looked at? Hadn't that other bitch asked him to do the exact same thing?

He nodded his head and felt his pants and shorts begin to draw slowly down over his struggling member.

It seemed to take forever.

Lindsay watched, fascinated. So far it had all been so one-sided, he had seen her climax, tasted her cum but he had never revealed himself to her.
That
she was determined to change today. She watched as his shorts slid down and then stretched out under the strain of his erection. He was big. Bigger than she remembered.

"Take it in your hand first." He said. "Your right hand."

"You've got to let me touch you afterwards. While you lie down. I've got to be allowed to touch you any way I want to. Anywhere I want to."

Her hand was inches away from his cock. He nodded his head and then she rested her fingertips lightly to the bulb. The fabric of his shorts tight against the tip together with her teasing glance of a touch sent a spike of sensation racing up through his shaft.

"Move very, very slowly." He said, feeling himself break into a light sweat. You’re your right hand into my shorts and take a hold. Then pull the shorts down with your other hand. If you can do that without making me cum then I'll lie down for you and you can touch me."

She felt the thrill of excitement run through her. It all came down to this - he wanted to bone her so badly that he would face his sexual demons to do so.

God bless the human orgasm.

She took his member as slowly and delicately into her right hand as she could and then lifted it out of his shorts.  It was every bit as huge as it had appeared from inside the cage of his briefs. She felt a massive urge to suck the life out of it but he hadn't given her instructions for that yet and she knew it would void his promise to her if she made him spill before he was ready.

"Good." He said with obvious difficulty. "You've done a good job Lindsay. Now be a good girl, lie the fuck down and don't say a word until I tell you to."

She shook her head.

"I want your promise. Your explicit promise that when you're done that I get to do the same to you. Any way I want to."

"Is that what you really want? To climb up on top of me and fuck me like your bitch?"

"Not like you're my bitch, not at all. I want to climb on top of you and fuck you like a good girl fucks her big bad asshole boyfriend. I want you to lie there and take it like a God. I want you so deep inside me it feels like you're never coming out again and I know only one way to do that."

He waited, coiled with tension, fear and mind-blowing lust.

"There's only one way to make you feel it Dale and that's coming down from on high. Now either you have the set of balls for that or you don't. What's it going to be?"

His massive cock quivered at her words. One part of  him cowered in fear inside but the rest couldn't hold back.

"I'll do it you fucking dirty little bitch." He cupped the back of her head with on hand and sent a shudder through her. "I'll do it Lindsay, but I'm going to do you first. Now shut up and take it like woman."

Snaking his other hand around her waist he flipped her down onto her back and it was nothing at all like that first disastrous time. Dale Hargrave's total control of her body and absolute confidence in his own ability made sure of that.

"Don't say a word." He said again. "Don’t make a sound."

At first she had no idea why he wanted her silence but as his lips made their way south it became harder to comply and very obvious what his goal was. Without the release of moans and screams her excitement had nowhere to go but down. He wanted her to blow from the center of her sexual being outwards.

His lips found their way to her ample breasts but the heat of his body was everywhere, exciting her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her legs clamped d around his ribs and chest and she could feel every powerful muscle, taut between her thighs. Without her voice the struggle to crush him inside her was the only avenue of release she had.

"Not a word." He repeated.

His mouth continued exploring, nipping softly, biting here and there, methodically marking and claiming every inch of her body as his personal territory. The pressure inside her continued to build and holding her tongue had never been such an arduous task. She hadn't realized how important it was for her to express herself in order to find release.

Dale was still on the way down, taking his time, enjoying her at his leisure one little bit at a time. As long as he was on the way down she was okay, once he began the return journey it could all change, but she wouldn't know until then.

"Not a word." He repeated. "Not a sound."

The tension was reaching boiling point and having forced her legs open with his powerful arms and the weight of his body he pushed his head down between her legs.

She was powerless to resist.

His mouth ate its way slowly down to her pussy and he pushed his long, thick tongue inside her. Sliding his hands under her ass he hooked them around her hips and then pulled her helplessly down towards him, intensifying the sensation of being consumed even more.

His withdrew his tongue one more time and lifted his head.

"Stay quiet until I bite. Do you understand?"

She looked down and shook her head.

"Until you bite?"

"It won’t hurt. Just don't make a sound until you feel me."

"But how will I know?"

He stared up at her and smiled.

"You'll know. Now lie back and shut up baby. This moment is all yours. Enjoy."

He lowered his head back down and immerse himself in her again. She felt his tongue squeeze its way deeper inside her and then locate her clit, applying steady, rhythmic pressure and heat in equal measure. She struggled to hold herself in, clamping one hand over her mouth, tearing at her lover's hair with the other. The feeling of 'almost' orgasm was unbearably exciting. His hands locked her in as his tongue went deeper, its wide, wet body never leaving her clit for a moment. God, but he knew what he was doing, stroking back and forth, massaging, milking, cajoling until her body began to buckle and writhe on the bed.

Then she felt it - the slow, careful indentation of his perfect white teeth easing down softly onto the delicate exterior of her pussy, then sliding across the flesh. She released her mouth, gripped the bed sheets with both hands and began to scream wildly unleashing a flood of orgasm that swept over her like a tsunami and a kick from a mule at the same time.

Her legs clamped around his head and it wasn't until her body finally went limp that she thought of him, still trapped there. She pushed up to her elbows, delirious, exhausted.

"Dale, Dale are you okay?"

She didn't have to worry. Her lover was about to move in for the kill and the vision of him below her sent her heart rate through the roof. There was no hesitation in his movements this time, no pausing to smell the roses. She looked down between them and way down there, at the far end of those coiling, flexing GQ abs was his massive, quivering, hungry cock, more starved than ever, and before she had time to fear how her supine body would react, the swollen head was already pressed against her. The soaking wet, exhausted entry to her pussy was powerless to resist and she felt her body open to him. Her breath disappeared as he slowly, steadily filled her like a rising tide. Once he was sure the tip was in he lifted his gaze to look into her eyes and she could see it all - there was pain behind that façade of absolute confidence and control.

Her body molded and writhed in response, transforming itself to receive him, to draw him deeper in and he groaned when she squeezed herself harder around him.

Her mind was officially blown.

This was how it should have been all along, on that very first time. But really, what teenage boy knows how to do this? Most men live a lifetime and never learn the ways of a woman's body like this. The orgasms that began to wash over her now beyond even what she already experienced with Dale before. She didn't care anymore about the anymore stupid boy who had fucked her so badly all those years ago - if anything she pitied him for his ignorance - she was utterly subsumed in the moment. If these were multiple orgasms she couldn’t tell the difference, all she could feel was one massive rising peak, rippling with multiple smaller spikes of pleasure, lifting her up like an ocean swell and Dale was there
on top
of her, controlling everything, a man in pain, ready to crack and fall to pieces under the strain of his own effort.

She wrapped herself around him, hanging from his neck, and clamped her teeth down into his flesh, pushed her ass into his swinging balls and gripped his massive, thrusting cock with every internal muscle she could muster. Then at last she heard him scream out climax - his thundering voice and bone shattering orgasm rocking the entire bed. His hot cum filled her inside and then they collapsed to the silk sheets below. Lindsay lay exhausted and in awe of the man who had just transformed her life's history. Dale's body continued to move, still weakly thrusting into her with the built up momentum of his desire.

Clinging to the man above her she felt pity for him as well. The soul searing orgasms he had wrenched from her had been so long, so continuous, so complete and by comparison his pleasure had been so short lived - one gasping moment after months of torture and frustration. At last he lay still on top of her, his body utterly spent and exhausted. Billionaire or not, she had fucked him into oblivion, he was still only a man after all. Nevertheless, no-one had ever come close to giving her an experience like this.