The Billionaire's Sexy Little Secret: An Erotic Novella by Lara Simon Page B

He’d let Mieko see the extra thousand he’d thrown in as a tip, and her eyes had widened at his generosity. They got up to her apartment and began to make out. Mieko pushed him over to the couch, a slightly drunken look in her eyes, then unbuttoned his pants as she pushed him down into a sitting position. Ned’s cock was so hard, he could barely control himself as Mieko wrapped her soft, silicone-enhanced lips around his shaft and began to suck. Ned was so turned on that when Mieko stood up and stripped out of her dress, revealing a pair of crotch-less lace panties, Ned nearly blew his load. He sat back on the couch and tried to let his mind wander as Mieko reached in her purse and found the condom. She rolled it onto his cock and parted the lips of her moist pussy as she slid down onto him and began to fuck him. “Oh, fuck,” Ned moaned, and he knew it was over. No matter how much pussy he got, Ned always had the same problem. Within thirty seconds of Mieko sitting on his cock, Ned had already filled the condom with his hot sperm.
    The look on Mieko’s face said it all. Ned felt awkward, as always, as she slid off of him. He looked down at the filled condom then up to Mieko’s disappointed face and wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of her apartment, away from her and never to see her again. He was humiliated. No amount of money or success could fix the one problem that he so longed for a solution for-- his premature ejaculation.

 
    Chapter 3
    “What in the hell is wrong with this milk?” bellowed David from the kitchen.
    “What milk?” said Marisa. God, sometimes having a husband was just as bad as having another child. Even with Michael spending the night with David’s mother, Marisa still had someone to take care of.
    “This nasty-ass milk on the counter! I just drank some, what the hell is wrong with it?” Marisa couldn’t help herself, she started to laugh at the agony in David’s voice.
    “Um, sweetie?” she asked, barely containing her giggles. “That’s not milk, it’s that all-natural baby formula, the stuff from France that your mom brought home for Michael. Unfortunately, I tried to give him some and he had the same reaction as you. I know it was a gift, so I felt bad throwing it away, but I can’t feed it to him.”
    “Oh, God—you can’t feed it to anyone--t’s just…odd tasting. I feel like my mouth is tingling. Are you listening? Marisa?” At this point Marisa broke down into uncontrollable giggling.“ I can hear you laughing!” yelled David, but she could hear him starting to laugh as well. At that point David walked into the bedroom with such a funny look on his face that when he saw Marisa, they both collapsed in a heap on the bed, laughing their asses off in a moment of pure hilarity. It was a nice break from the stress of parenting, money and career worries and all of the other day-to-day things that they stayed occupied with. After a few seconds the laughing had died down a bit, so David reached over and began to tickle Marisa under her armpits. She feigned pushing him away.
    “Stop it, David!” she said, not really meaning it. David wasn’t having any of it—he straddled Marisa and pushed her down on the bed, tickling her mercilessly. Suddenly the look in David’s eyes changed and he ripped her T-shirt up over her bra, pushing his face down to her breasts. He began to kiss the swells of her breasts as his hand wandered down to her pussy. Marisa began to moan and feel herself getting wet as David’s fingers made their way under her yoga pants and he slowly teased her clit and his lips massaged her nipples.
    “I want you,” he said, pulling down her pants and underwear. She didn’t even have her pants all the way off when David slid his cock into her. She reached up behind her and grabbed the sheets as David started to fuck her slowly. He was so incredibly hard and felt so good to Marisa that she wanted him to keep going until she could come. Just this