Snagging the Billionaire (3 page)

The man was
amazing with his fingers, only God knew what pleasure he would offer with his dick. Hope he had enough stamina for a third course because she was certainly in. Running her hands through his silky hair, Jennifer moaned with pleasure. He was tearing her insides apart. His fingers could fuck better than any dick she had ridden. He was still fully dressed, maybe it was time to show him she was offering him the real thing and not teasing him.

Jennifer moved to take off his shirt but George refrained her. “This is for real
,” she mumbled. “I want you, no games.” George almost shouted for victory on hearing those words but he knew he had to stay calm. It was important he stayed in charge. “Leave the shirt on for now, let me pleasure you some more,” he piped in a husky voice.

Jennifer was impressed. Most men were all for
their own pleasure, this dude was certainly a rare breed. Her pussy felt so wet. George could feel her about to climax as he fucked her with his finger. He claimed her mouth with his while leaving his fingers inside her and quickening the pace. Slowly, he possessed her mouth. She tasted like his mother’s salad. Fresh and satisfying, he could never ask for a better taste. Her tongue was eager to mate with his, soon they formed a rhythm better than any blues ever written.

It was like a volcano explosion, her climax was so powerful he called
feeling her entire body shake. A climax should make her a bit weary, but this climax totally revitalized her. Jennifer was impressed, right now she wanted the dick more than ever. If he could give her such a powerful climax with his fingers than his dick would certainly work magic. She longed to feel him inside her. Riding him like a horse would certainly be exhilarating. He would probably be as strong as a stallion.

George was banking on the fact that she would want
more; watching her face after the climax assured him he had guessed rightly. He let her pump up the action this time. She was a good kisser but she kissed like her girl. Too soft, too gentle. He almost burst out laughing. Jennifer was excited to see the happy look on his face; she must be doing something right.

George knew better than to try to penetrate her pussy immediately after a cum. The muscles needed time to relax and return to normal. He thumbed his hands through her hair, letting her neck him. The kisses she planted on his neck felt so soft and feathery, he was glad she kissed like a girl.

Slowly he moved to play with her nipples, rubbing his fingers against them. They felt like star fruit seeds, small and pleasant to touch. She gasped with pleasure whenever he applied little pressure on them. He squeezed her breast a little hard. Sending shivers down her spine. Gently, he laid her atop his table and stared at her for a few seconds. If circumstances were reversed he would definitely fuck her, right now he needed to teach the little wench a lesson. She looked so venerable lying there with just her red soaked panties.

Jennifer watched him with eager
eyes; she silently prayed that being good in the bedroom department would be enough to keep him. He unfastened his belt, still holding her gaze. Climbed atop and began to grind against her. Suddenly, he stopped. He totally unzipped his trouser, walked out of it and into the bathroom. He was going to get a condom, Jennifer smiled to herself.

It hurt to work away from a willing
pussy; it was never an easy feat even for a billionaire like George who could have almost any pussy he wanted. Jerking off his ready to burst penis, George stilled his mind to the task of freshening up. He had a quick shower. Took out fresh clothes from the walk in closet in the bathroom and marched back into his office like a champion.

Jennifer could almost not believe her eyes. She had heard the water running but attached no meaning to it. He couldn’t leave her this way. Breaking the silence before she could form coher
ent words George calmly said, “My secretary would lock up after you. Feel free to use the shower.” Having said that he walked out.

Jennifer was so stunned, how could a man be so passionate yet so callous?

Some urges required specific cure from a specific doctor. Jennifer does the walk of shame on her own terms.

For Jennifer the rest of the weekend went by uneventful. She was totally pissed. It was okay for a girl to be a tease but a man couldn’t be a tease. Men were supposed to let their dicks think and act for them when they were turned on. She could swear on a holy book that she had seen his penis engorge and even felt his need for her in his body language. Was he one of those males who preferred to jerk themselves off to climax or was he simply returning the favour for the previous night?

D
amn! you never really knew what a man was thinking until he acted it out. Jennifer had to continue her hunt for a suitable husband. The clock was ticking against her, soon everybody would know of her family’s financial state and she would no longer be welcome in their homes or parties. She had to do Millicent one small favour after which she would concentrate on her hunt for a suitable husband.

One week after his encounter with Jennifer, George had fucked seventeen girls. He needed to purge himself of the sexual urge that arose whenever he thought of her. What he needed was a girl who could fuck him, not one he would fuck. He needed a girl who could handle him thrusting into her, full speed from behind.

Having sex from the backside was simply divine; it made a man perform as if he was on hard illicit drugs. The feeling of thrusting in and thrusting out of a wet pussy, while grabbing the buttocks makes it even more special. Doggy style to George was the best way of testing a woman’s stamina. Any woman who could handle an entire sex session strictly doggy style is a true woman, one he could consider marrying.

He needed to get fucked, he badly needed it. The girls provided by the escort service were good, maybe great for others but just good for him. Mr Sydney had told him of a new
girl; maybe he should check her out.

Just as he made to call Mr Sydney, his secretary barged in. It had to be something about his mom. Nobody was allowed to just barge in except it involved his mom. It was probably one of her phony emergencies, designed to snag his attention for some hours.

“Sir, we just got a call from Portugal. There’s been an accident involving your mom,” the secretary calmly told him.

“My mom is not in Portugal, she’s at home probably cooking her next grand scheme
,” he informed the secretary. His mom never went on vacation without trying to rope him in. She always talked endlessly about her little trips and how good it would be to travel with him once in a while.

“Sir, your mom is in Portugal. She travelled two days ago
.”

“I’ve called her travel agent, it’s confirmed. She went to Portugal with a friend
.”

“I’m sorry
, Sir,” the secretary added, unsure of how he’ll react.

“Damn, women and trouble
,” he thought to himself. “Thank you, Joyce,” he said in the calmest possible voice.

“Get the
Cessna ready to fly within an hour,” he didn’t need to tell her to cancel the rest of his appointments. Joyce was an awesome secretary, she knew how to manage crisis and he totally relied on her when he had one.

Three hours later in the cloud, George did his best to sip champagne and appear collected. He couldn’t afford to lose his mom now. He’ll be totally lost without
her; he wasn’t particularly close to any of his brothers or their families. He hadn’t even thought of calling them before jetting off to Portugal, he would have to call them from the airport.

***

“It’s just a sprain, you didn’t have to rattle him,” Jennifer told Millicent.

“Sometimes, a momma needs her boy
,” Millicent retorted.

“That boy has recently become too busy for
me, best way to remind him he has a momma is to create a situation." Millicent calmly informed Jennifer.

Milly
knew George won’t be happy when he found out he had flown hours for just a sprain, but who cares? She didn’t need him for her sprain. She needed him for Jennifer. She was growing weary from introducing different females to him, only to have him snub them. He had gone AWOL of late, only calling her after she left several messages on his answering machine. Millicent wasn’t about to let her favourite son stay unmarried for life. If it took blackmail, arm-twisting, a little tears, whatever it took, she was going to see George married before she grew too old and died. George had definitely seen something in this Jennifer girl, hence the kiss she saw them shared.

Jennifer didn’t know how she was going to react to seeing George again. She had totally given up on him, though her pussy hadn’t. She still wet her panties with delightful juices whenever she thought of that day in his office. He’ll probably have a smug smile on his face, considering he had totally bested her at her game.
Whatever, she would still have to face him someday. Better today, than later.

“Hey man
,” George chorused into the phone like a schoolboy. He was a schoolboy all over again whenever he spoke with his eldest brother. His brothers were always happy to hear from him, too bad he never called often enough. He called hear the screams, “I want to talk to uncle Georgetown,” filtering in from the other side of the phone.

“I’m in Portugal, mom had a medical emergency
,” he quickly added before his brother would think of giving him heat for not calling often enough.

“Sorry, I left in rush that’s why I’m calling from the airport
,” he explained when his brother tried to berate him for flying out without dropping a message.

“No, I’ll see her in 20
minutes. I’ll call immediately I see her,” George added and hung up.

“Hey mom
,” George eased into the hospital room. Presenting Millicent with the bouquet of lilies he had gotten for her.

“My darling son
,” Millicent screeched from the bed. Opening up her arms for a big mother and son hug.

He hated hugs, but how could a son ever explain that to a mother. “Hello Jennifer
,” he said calmly on spotting Jennifer at the other end of the bed. Suddenly all those pent up feelings came rushing back. What’s with this unusually high libido, George wondered. Seventeen fucks in one week ought to be enough for any stud. “Arrrgh,” he groaned inwardly.

Jennifer didn’t know what to feel on seeing George. She had hours to prepare herself mentally for the reunion, but somehow her mind was in shambles. This was the guy who had effectively screwed her with his fingers. He seemed content saying nothing beyond the brief “hello” to her. She had to get used to his aloofness, besides she didn’t want to arouse
Milly’s curiosity.

Milly
could feel the atmosphere around her change. Had these two been up to something? Did they share more than that brief kiss she had secretly witnessed? Well, if they’ve been pulling stunts behind her back, she was just going to give them more room to pull some more.

George loved his mom, but he totally hated her little games. Why make him fly so far because of a simple sprain that would heal within a few days? Why not just call him up and tell him she wanted to play catch-up or was it hook up considering that Jennifer girl was with her. Now he was saddled with the task of taking them to dinner.

No dress conveyed an “ I’m over your little stunt and still rocking” message like a little red dress. Jennifer added a little curl to her hair, put on her most wicked set of pump shoes and headed downstairs to join Millicent and George.

Again his mother had played him. He showed up at 7
pm just as they had agreed only for her to inform him that she just had dinner because she had gotten hungry a bit earlier. She had however, insisted he take Jennifer to the dinner. Women and endless scheming. He’ll try and survive dinner, after which he’ll run off to take care of some paper work.

Maybe Millicent was having a little trouble coming down on her own, Jennifer thought on spotting George all alone in the lobby. How she hated to be left alone with George, the memories it evoked. Good thing, they’ll have to wait surrounded by other
people, that would help her keep herself in check. She wasn’t sure she could be alone with him and not try to jump his bones, the man did have a certain sex appeal which was further heightened by her knowledge of what his fingers could achieve. Too bad, she might never get the chance to ride on his cock, not to consider marrying him. After this week, it was going to be less of Milly, more of husband hunting.

George could feel her stare from behind, he knew it was
her. Nobody else held such powers in their eyes. They would have to steer through dinner, with no mention of their last encounter.

“Sorry, Jennifer. You’re stuck on me. Mom has already eaten
," George turned around and explained before Jennifer could utter a word.

“How did he k
now she was right behind him?" Jennifer pondered. It was probably her perfume she concluded. Why did Milly have to be such a schemer? Throwing her to her die-hard bachelor son.  “I’ll eat upstairs then,” Jennifer calmly informed George.

“My mom wouldn’t like that. Besides, you went through the pain of getting all dressed for a fancy dinner
,” George retorted.

So, he had noticed her dress already. Good thing but she had to set him straight, “Getting dressed up is never
a pain, I’ll tell Milly I opted to eating inside.” With that she clicked her heels and got ready to march back upstairs.

He should be glad she had opted out but somehow he found himself wanting dinner with her. “It’s just Dinner
, Jennifer, I promise not to make you cum with my fingers,” he said with a boyish grin spread across his face.

He certainly had guts to think she was running away from him. His fingers had magical abilities didn’t mean she was willing to throw herself at him again. Dinner it would be. “Fine, let’s go
,” Jennifer replied her eyes glinting with challenge.

The restaurant was a typical upper class spot, designed to cater for the extremely wealthy and powerful.
Nothing new to either Jennifer or George. They placed their order and settled down to enjoy a little French wine before their food arrived.

It was certainly something in the drink, Jennifer thought. Just a few minutes of sitting across him with both of them enjoying their individual thoughts had gotten her so horny she could feel her nipples harden. Stretching her feet under the table, Jennifer rubbed her ankle against his thigh. It was an unladylike thing to do in public but Jennifer couldn’t help herself.

The first touch of her ankle brushing against him through his cotton pants drove George out of his reverie. His cock responded instantly. Fucking Jennifer was certainly the cure he needed for his unusually high libido. If she wanted to play, he would play.

The glint in his eyes said it all. Quietly, they dropped the wine and headed out. Good thing he had a chauffeur at hand. Reaching the door seemed to take ages. Waiting for the chauffer to turn the car around took centuries. The duo mustered every will power to act normal. Immediately they slid into the back seat of the limousine. All flames were allowed to blaze.

There was nothing dignified about their locking of lips, it was purely sensual even felt primitive. This time Jennifer didn’t kiss like a girl. She returned his kiss with as much passion and vigour as he delivered them. She could feel his hands slide under her dress. Oh magical hands. She moved even closer, wallowing in his touch.

Her skin was smoother than the finest of kiss. The wench did kiss like a hungry young cub. He was going to totally satisfy himself and her tonight. It was time to say goodbye to ceaseless hard on. Damn, he never kept condoms in the car. He badly wanted to take her and not pleasure her with his finger. The finger would have to do for now.

Jennifer could feel his finger invade her body. It was the middle finger. He slid it in gently and thrust in and out a little before introducing the second finger. The thrust of his fingers felt divine. Her body totally loved this kind of invasion; she saw different shades of light all at once. It was like the invasion of the hinterlands by missionaries.

George was glad when the car stopped. He took a while to collect himself, before dragging her along. He couldn’t afford to let her change her mind. Good thing there was a private
elevator, which would take him up to the pent house.

The elevator ride felt as long as trekking from the North Pole to the South Pole would take. George unzipped his pants. He roughly grabbed
Jennifer, pushed her against the elevator walls; forcing her to straddle him. He brushed his penis, which was still covered by his briefs against her panties. He’ll have to learn to carry condoms around, if he had to persevere in the face of this sort of temptation.

Immediately the elevator stopped, Jennifer felt she was being carried by a
whirlwind. She found herself on his large king size bed. She was still dressed. He had undressed and was sheathing a condom over his massive penis. This had to be the biggest penis she had ever seen. It was long and bulky like Caribbean banana. She let out a light scream when George tore her panties and thrust into her without warning.