A Bad Boy Billionaire: Forbidden Alpha Male Romance by Heidi Hunter Page A

body to and fro. She won't look me in the eyes. She knows the dollars are in the rooms all around us. She can hear them singing to me, singing to her. She knows what they make possible in the world so unbalanced.
    “Fuck the 99 percent,” she screams as an orgasm washes over her body, which shakes. I hold her as if a hurricane the force can ruin me. She slows and cuddles on my chest, her hair fanning out, but her hips continue to move. More slowly, but I feel myself building up even more. I flip her over and enter her, staring into those eyes, those eyes, oh my those eyes! I cry out as I cum inside her then collapse to the bed next to her. The sun is down too. I look over in the darkness. She seems restless still, unsatisfied still.
    “Not impressed?” I say.
    “I thought it would be more.”
    “We can go again if you like.”
    “Are you able?”
    “Wonders of modern science. Maybe some head first? Or stop for a drink?”
    “A smoke would be nice.”
    “Outside on the patio?” I sit up on an elbow facing her.
    “Sounds like a plan.”
    “Don't get dressed.” I stand up and open a drawer to retrieve some weed.
    “I wasn't planning on it.” She giggles then, wrapped in a silk white sheet, makes her way outside to the patio by the pool.
    She's lying down on a lounger when I arrive. “Room for two?” I ask.
    She scoots over and I'm next to her. I light the joint and take a long hit, holding the smoke in as long as I can. The best marijuana money can buy is what I use to get high. I've hired a whole gardening crew somewhere in the world to keep me in stock.
    She takes the joint, looking so hot with her Italian and Irish features mixed. We smoke as clouds of smoke rise into the air. In the chair I get hard again just being so close to her. Or maybe it's the pill I took. Or the weed. I told them I wanted a strain to increase blood flow and orgasm control. Maybe they made a breakthrough. Testing would be needed.
    I roll over and get between her legs. As she continues smoking, I go down on her, exploring her every fold and curve as if for the first time. She reaches down and playfully runs her hand through my hair. I'm her pet. I lick. I lap. She opens up, her legs spreading wider. I can't stand it any longer and move up slowly, my cock finding its goal without any help needed.
    I kiss her as I enter her and she moans, dropping the roach to the concrete so she can use both hands to further explore my body. She grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me closer, ever closer. I'm inside of her as far as I can go. I pause then slowly pull out and switch the angle slightly, enough to make the next thrust new and even more pleasurable.
    “Go faster,” she hisses.
    I obey, increasing my pace, still looking into her eyes.
    “Go slower,” she says.
    I obey, slowing down the race, bending my head to kiss her neck.
    What happens next confuses me as time seems to fuse itself to space and matter all around spins and begins to talk to me. I'm inside her thrusting but my mind is elsewhere at the same time. I can perform and ponder at the same time and the good times are killing me.
    I feel her body tensing up as she rises her hips to meet me mid-thrust. This enhances her pleasure and takes her over the edge. Slipping into orgasm, I feel her muscles contract around me, squeeze me more tightly and I have to release as well.
    “Stay inside me,” she says.
    I obey, feeling myself slowly get smaller, softer until I slip out.
    “I wish you could stay inside me forever.”
    “I wouldn't be able to make more dollars that way,” I say, getting off of her and standing up.
    “There's more to life than dollars,” she says naively. At 24 years old, she isn't as well experienced as me.
    I laugh, loudly, then dive into the pool. The water is refreshing. I feel as if I'm diving into the essence of woman and being enveloped. The coolness stops when I pop my head up. Treading water, I call to her. “Come in the pool...” I want to add her name,