Snagging the Billionaire (5 page)

George knew that none of it was Jennifer’s fault. But he was going to make her suffer for it until she decided to break off the engagement herself. He and his family were expected to spend the weekend on the cruise ship but since they had decided to order his life he was going to go somewhere far away for the weekend, where he would show Jennifer all the reasons not to marry him.

There was a romantic bone in the callous ass after all. Most men never thought of whisking their newly betrothed on a brief pre honeymoon trip. Here she was sitting in a chartered plane with her fiancé heading to Venice. The man was still a grouch, he barely spoke to her. All that didn’t matter. What mattered was; he was her grouch.

Sitting beside her did nothing to calm him
, it got him even angrier. He never wanted to give away his freedom to any woman, especially not this one. He hadn’t even screwed her from the backside yet, damn. Why did family have to be so meddlesome? He should probably make the best of it while it lasted.

The night seemed to be filled without endless surprises, first the engagement, then his call to cockpit asking not to be disturbed by
crewmember because he needed a quiet time with his fiancée. The man wasn’t so bad after all.

He didn’t lack
confidence; he just didn’t know how to go about it. She must be pretty surprised over the evening’s events as he was. He had barely spoken a word to her since after the engagement. Maybe he should just ask her straight up if she wanted some mid-air engagement sex.

“Ca
n we get some engagement sex?" George uttered like an idiot.

All he wanted from her was sex. She was sure that was the reason he had engaged her. Good thing she was a bit horny from that kiss they had shared on the podium.

“How do you want it," Jennifer asked teasingly.

“From behind
,” George replied with an edge of seriousness in his voice.

He certainly had no sense of humour, good thing he had loads of money to make up for that
deficiency. Jennifer slowly took off her clothes, performing a slow strip tease for George’s benefit. She took off her panties and threw it on his face.

The scent of her
vagina, which was stuck on her panties, drove George senseless. Maybe a little heads before foreplay. He picked her up and planted her in the seat across him. He put her head on the seat, strapped her legs to both sides of his neck and buried his head in her core. She smelled really good down there. Gently he dipped his tongue into her, sucking away in circular motion. Her pink cunt tasted like vanilla.

Jennifer knew she would have to sign up for yoga as soon as possible if she had to keep up with postures like this one. Was there any part of this man that wasn’t delicious? His tongue felt like they belonged in her cunt. He seemed to be going round in circles, licking and sucking her thoroughly. Soon her cunt was drippy with excitement juice.

Having gotten her wet enough, George dropped her down on her knees, grabbed a condom and slid into her from behind. He took it slowly at first before gradually increasing his pace. It would take just five minutes before she started to complain and ask for a change of position. They always did that. Ten minutes and he was still banging her while she gave him soundtracks which said, “Baby, please don’t stop.” Thirty minutes into it with two big O’s, Jennifer showed no sign of fatigue. She wasn’t just letting him take her from the backside, she was fucking him.

“This engagement was going to be an interesting one
,” George smiled to himself. He got another big O, roughly pulled out of her and headed to the bathroom to freshen up as if nothing happened.

George whisks’ Jennifer away to Venice as part of his plans to force her to break their engagement. Sexual passion plus fury is unleashed in Venice, all in a bid to keep the ring.

Beautiful was too simple a word to describe the splendour and outlook of Venice. Venice was every bit as beautiful as she had heard. Jennifer had done a fair amount of holiday travelling, but Venice was new to her. When embarking on a trip, she usually went to tourist
cities, which were modern, and currently trending. The atmosphere in Venice was ancient and very welcoming, now she had finally gotten the ring she could at least relax. Her tiny schemes won’t be needed here.

If she thought he had brought her here on some romantic impulse, then she was the world’s number one joker.  She should be wondering why he had suddenly proposed and not basking in a faux proposal. After this weekend she would totally abhor him and flinch at the mention of his name.

George loved been in the sky, if he hadn’t become a businessman he would have been a pilot. He never got exhausted after flying. It always felt like a short stroll to him. Too bad, Jennifer looked worn but she’ll have to snap over it. This wasn’t a pre-honeymoon, it was a hell date.

The suite was luscious, very spacy, everything a billionaire’s retreat should be. It was VIP treatment all the way. George has barely spoken a word to her since after they made love in the clouds; he probably had a lot running on his mind. Jennifer headed straight to the showe
r; she was going to soak in lavender scented water until the fatigue disappeared.

The sound of the water running from the shower was like an invitation to him. He knew she was tired, he just didn’t care. He was horny all over again. He undressed, headed to the shower to join her.

Jennifer stood under the torrent of water, eyes closed. She looked as though she were in a trance. Quietly like a thief he climbed in behind her.

Jennifer knew it was
none other but George, she wished he would give her a couple of hours to recover from jet lag. Why was he in such a hurry, when they had just arrived? Damn! he was even messing with her virgin shit hole. She struggled against him, battling to turn around but he held her still.

“George
, please I need this moment alone, I’m so tired,” she informed him.

George had no wish of letting her go. It was too early to be
tired; he was yet to begin with her. He pushed her toward the edge of the shower, roughly bent her over while holding her to ensure she didn’t lose her footing. With one powerful thrust he penetrated her shit hole.

The pain was intense, Jennifer screamed when he penetrated her. Either her screams were been ignored or they were totally muffled by the running water. She could feel him begin to move. Every
thrust brought her more pain than the previous. Why couldn’t he just fuck her cunt if he badly needed to fuck? Gradually, the pain turned into pleasure. Jennifer was shaking all over with sheer delight; happy tears flowed down her tears. Whoever thought she could enjoy anal sex.

George sensed the moment the first tear of pleasure touched her water streaked cheeks. She should be complaining of fatigue and begging him to stop, not wallowing in pleasure. After what felt like forever
to him, he spilled his seed into her shit hole and immediately pulled out of her, leaving the bathroom as quietly as he came in.

Jennifer enjoyed the rest of her shower hour without disruption. She even caught h
erself singing in the shower, a habit she had dropped long ago. So, the man was a callous ass with a healthy sex appetite. Good thing he knew how to fuck a woman until she cried from over satisfaction. The man needed a little lesson in sexual etiquette; she was totally up to the task.

George prowled around the suite, while Jennifer slept off her jet lag. His first move had been well countered. She had
even enjoyed it. His aim had been to shatter her elusions and make her see him like a brute. He had meant to cause her pain but somehow he had ended up pleasuring her. He needed to step up his game if he must be cut lose from this engagement. He was sure his mother was going to take the liberty of planning their wedding even in their absence.

Jennifer opened her eyes slowing, taking in the details of her surrounding one at a time. The darkness beyond the window told her it was evening already. Her stomach growled from emptiness. She could give an arm for dinner in bed right now.

“Good to see you’re awake. We have dinner reservations by 8 p.m,” George announced cutting Jennifer out of her reverie.

He couldn’t help but notice her slight limp, everybody else would see at as swagger but he knew it was there because of him.
Fucking her shithole had left its mark on her. She looked almost radiant tonight; the blue colour of her dress accentuated her eyeballs. How come he had never noticed she had blue eyeballs, maybe that was because he always assumed that blue eyeballs were a sole property of blondes.

She smiled at him all through dinner though never attempting to make small talk. He didn’t even know anything about her; if he had to successfully drive her away he’ll require an arsenal of information. It was too late to hire a private investigator, so he’ll have to dig in himself. What better way to dig than to meet his
subject?

“Is it something about me or you hate small talk
?” George queried a confused Jennifer. Few moments ago, he hadn’t struck her as a man who could appreciate small talk. Engaging in small talk was probably basic courtesy for a man like him.

“I wouldn’t know what to talk to you about
,” Jennifer piped lowering her eyelashes as she uttered the word.

“It’s about time we changed that considering we’re engaged to be married. I wouldn’t want a communication inept wife
,” George lied.

The man could be nice when he set his mind to it. For the rest of the dinner they shared titbits of their lives with one another. George, however, withheld all significant information.
He really had nothing to hide except his desire to find a woman who would top Professor Kendra's sexual prowess. The less she knew, the better it was when this sham engagement ended. 

George couldn’t help
it, he enjoyed talking to her and hearing her talk. Her animated tone when she described her tenth birthday made arousal shoot through him. He felt like a paedophile for thinking of a ten year old that way. There was something about this woman, he just couldn’t phantom. He couldn’t afford to fall for her. Besides, how could a relationship start on the manipulation of his scheming family ever work?

The man was a listener; he seemed to be hanging on her every word. Talking was making him loosen up, although he seemed to be battling for control. Venice wasn’t created beautiful, men beautified it. She was ready to work on him. She had the patience; after all she really had nothing to lose but a lot to gain.

Best to strike when she was relaxed, George didn’t care if she would end up seeing him as erratic. She had to break off the engagement herself.

“I’ll be gone all night
,” George uttered to a still chattering Jennifer.

“I don’t understand, is
something wrong?" Jennifer calmly responded after getting over the initial shock.

He loved that he could surprise her. He could almost imagine her crying herself to sleep that night. George totally ignored her question.

“Hope you’re Okay staying alone,” his question sounded more like a statement. He didn’t care. Before Jennifer could make a comeback, George was already at the door. He hadn’t even bothered to see her back to the suite. It was certainly not business, else he would have probably mentioned it. Had she said something wrong?

Ouch, why did he have to turn on the light, she loved sleeping in the dark. Jennifer lazily opened her eyes expecting to see George. Good thing no one was around to watch the look of disappointment in her eyes. It was sunlight peeping in through the blinds, not George. The intensity of the sunlight told her it was long past morning. George had still not come back to her.

The beach was unusually busy this afternoon. George was happy to feed his eyes on the sexy bums that twirled past him. Nobody recognised him here, for once he loved that. After the night spent in a quiet partisan suite almost all alone, he could really use the crowd. He hoped Jennifer got frustrated enough to pick a fight with him so they could just break up.

George’s night had been almost uneventful, until he had ordered room service around 2 a.m. The serving girl recognised him from his previous trips to Venice when he had stayed in some other hotel she was working at. Never one to look down on people, he had had a little chat to pass time. When she was sure he was having no guest, she had offered to stay. George had refused to let her stay the night. He’ll end up working all night and giving her big O’s only to get small ones. He wasn’t in the mood for a small o.
Besides, tomorrow she might even accuse him of sexual assault if she didn’t get all she wanted.

Just when the serving girl was about to leave, she shocked him. She dropped her phone close to his feet, before he could do the gentlemanly thing and pick it up for her. She dropped to her kn
ees. Before he could say ‘Jack’ his trouser was unzipped and she had his penis in her mouth. All thoughts of sexual assault flew out of the window.

The serving girl sure had a great mouth. The feel of her mouth on his penis felt so good. Her tongue licked every inch of his penis as though it were a lollypop. She sucked softly sometimes, at other times she pumped up the action. Her
blowjob was certainly on par. Another reason to stay single and not give up his independence to a blue blood like Jennifer, who would certainly take him to the cleaners if she caught him cheating. Time to head back to her and deliver another shock.

He had left his cell phone behind last night. Jennifer paced round the suite. She was so worried plus it was even too early to call family. “Where had he gone to?
Did billionaires get abducted in Venice?"

Series of thoughts ran through her mind. The room door opened without her notice, when she turned around and bumped into the object of her torture; she did the first thing most people would do when they meet a long lost friend. Jennifer pulled George into her arms and gave him a hug that was more of a squeeze.

“Wow,” George exclaimed. He had expected nagging, maybe tears but definitely not a full-breasted hug. Squeezing against her breast felt wonderful but he still had to proceed with his mission as planned.

After a while, Jennifer realized she was squeezing him too hard. This was their first
hug, she suddenly became self-conscious and pulled away.

“I’m so sorry
,” she muttered almost under her breath. Turning around to escape.

“I need a blow
job,” George responded to the apology.

Jennifer could almost not believe her ears. This man was certainly crazy. She should talk out his ears for placing such a demand in the most callous way after staying out all night.

“What did you say,” she queried. Turning around to face him, her face was blank and devoid of emotions.

George calmly removed his belt, pushed his trouser and brief down, wore his bes
t what are you going to do look .

“I know you’re not deaf
,” he calmly replied her pointing to his almost erect penis.

Jennifer was furious. How could a man be so callous, was this a test or him just showing what an ass he was? Maybe it was time to take care of his awkward demands.  If he wanted a
blowjob, he would get one. Jennifer got on her knees, took hold of George’s penis and teased the head with her tongue.

The girl certainly knew how to start a
blowjob. However, she seemed too eager to please him. Any other woman would be mad at him. Was she so eager to marry him, why?  Yes, he was a good catch but she was a better one. Rich, beautiful and powerful family name.  Best to enjoy the blowjob now and probe the apparent desperation later.

She licked his penis as though it were her favourite flavoured lollipop. His dick smelled sweet; it was certainly his soap plus plenty of testosterone. He had a neatly carved mass of hair around the v region. It definitely took some work to keep it that clean. 

George had to struggle to stay still while he got his desired blowjob.  This blowjob felt better than Professor Kendra’s blowjob. He could hear his pulse quicken and feel his veins throb from pleasure. The serving girl was good but not this good. This Jennifer girl certainly knew how to fuck with all necessary body parts. He had screwed her pussy, her shit hole and now her mouth. She had done a good job with all three. Some other man would consider himself lucky to have her, but he didn’t want her.

She could feel him about to spill his seeds. Jennifer removed his penis from her mouth and left him standing there.

George watched her back as she walked away. Hell no, he refused to be teased this time. George sauntered to the next room. Jennifer was sitting at the end of the sofa, looking all calm and collected; just like that night in his mother’s house. He marched towards her, lifted her from the sofa and placed her on his laps.

Well, he had played right into it. Time to put an end to strange demands; he was going to get fucked.