Almost Perfect: A BWWM Billionaire Single Parent Romance (10 page)

Answer
the door Richard, Kimberly whispered after a few raps on the door.
Nothing. Knocking even louder this time she heard the rustle of
sheets as he got up from the bed and seconds later answered the door.

“
Can
I come in?”

“
What
kind of foolish question is that Kimberly?”

She
had long given him permission to call her by her first name.

“
I
didn’t mean to wake you,” She uttered as she stepped
inside the doorway and waited for him to lead the way. It wasn’t
a penthouse suite. Richard didn’t want Kimberly to think he was
trying to sway her with material things. He had already met
opposition when he offered the jet.

Clicking
the lamp in the corner on, Richard made sure he was decent before
joining Kimberly on the bed where she perched at the edge. The brass
trimmings in the ceiling glowed as warmly as Kimberly’s face
when she turned to him.

“
I
have a confession to make. The day we went to lunch I was not
completely truthful about my past. There were a lot of things I left
out thinking I would appear pitiful. Now I see how short life is and
if I want to commit to being your friend, I should tell you about my
life.”

The
pangs of guilt over Richard’s own unconfessed secrets were
building to a crescendo and refusing to take instruction from the
conductor. He listened intently after telling himself he didn’t
lie; only omitted.

In
45 minutes Richard learned of Kimberly’s mother, the fire, the
drugs, the suicide and the scholarship that made her the woman she
was today. She didn’t even leave out the dramatic resignation
from Goldman & Parks and laughter finally entered the room. Like
a soothing salve, it cooled the burns of grief and sorrow while
solemnly reminding them about the tragedies of life.

It
was Richard’s turn. Jasmine wasn’t a secret, but he
wanted to be sure that any woman he let into his life would accept
her. He wanted no drama in his daughter’s life. Opening his
mouth to speak, he was silenced by Kimberley’s finger on his
lips.

The
glow in the room was soft and its mist touched every point of the
room. Standing, Kimberly turned toward Richard and pulled the silk
scarf from her head, allowing the hair to tumble down her smooth
back. Eyes as wide as saucers, Richard struggled to believe what was
happening for his eyes only.

Crossing
her hands at her torso, Kimberly hoisted the white stretchy vest up
and off of her velvet body. She wore no bra and her breasts fell free
of the confining fabric. Richard felt something jumping below his
waist, he was officially aroused. The shorts ended just above her
thigh in the front and just below her ass at the back. Turning away
from him and answering his prayer, she slipped the spandex garment
off her hips and past her thighs. Richard almost lost control of
himself.

Two
perfect globes of warm copper flesh ballooned from Kimberly’s
waist and fell over her sturdy legs. Transfixed, Richard could do
nothing but loosen his jaw. Turning and standing in her full splendor
to face him she asked, “Do you want me Richard?”

He
did not answer. In half a stride, he stood in front of her. Taking
her hand from her side, he placed it on his fully erect wood and
said, “I think so.”

This
kiss was nothing like the one at the restaurant. Hot and deep,
Richard’s mouth enveloped hers. His tongue invaded her mouth
and Kimberly stood on her toes in an effort to match his height.
Erect nipples brushed against his chest, and Richard found his thirst
for them gloriously unquenchable. The dark brown areolas and even
darker nipples begged to be tasted and as he sucked on her chocolate
drops, she moaned.

Kimberly
was thick, but Richard was capable. In one motion, he cupped the
glorious ass he had admired for so long and lifted his treasure to
the bed. It was there that he took a look at what made this caramel
beauty so enticing. Her naked skin had no flaws. Kimberly’s
skin was softer than silk and her hips were unlike anything he had
ever laid his eyes upon.

The
mound between her solid legs carried no hair, but the dark lips
matched the pout of the ones on her face. Plump and protruding,
Kimberly’s pussy begged to be touched and Richard would oblige
soon.

Tracing
her neck and the curve of her breasts with his finger brought
Kimberly to a height of ecstasy. Her back could arch no further and
finally her body succumbed to pleasure that had not yet touched her
slit. Sprawling her legs, her supple body begged to be taken, but
Richard’s exploration was not over. Rubbing his palms on the
sleek inside of her thighs, now slick with her overflowing moisture,
he appeared to be studying the structure of her appendages. He was
worshiping her.

Kisses
soon followed everywhere Richard’s hands passed and in a second
Kimberly was trying to escape. The pleasure descending on her body
was foreign. Never before had such a white hot heat taken her body
captive and it was proving too much for her fragile senses. A drum
was beating in her head, louder and louder every time he touched her
and Kimberly was on the brink of insanity. In an act of desperation,
she groaned, “Richard please… I want you to fuck me
Richard… please!”

Richard
was not ready. Awe struck that the Gods could make such a wonderful
creation, he was enchanted. Her pussy was more than a full package.
The plump lips parted slightly as Kimberly spread her legs and her
clit made its presence known. The dark lips gave way to pink flesh as
he finally used his fingers to spread her labia. With a mouth as
delicious as cocoa, he knew her juices would be just as sweet.

A
hot breath of air touched the nerve endings of Kimberly’s
sensitive clit and the beginnings of a climax were evident. Her
thighs tried to close but with Richards strong arms keeping them
open- there was no choice but let him eat. Fine dining was a rich
man’s pastime and Richard Damask had definitely perfected the
art. His agile tongue flicked passed the now erect nub of flesh and
the sounds from Kimberly’s throat communicated that she was at
the peak.

It
was his fingers that pushed her over the edge and with just two
inserted in her now dripping pussy, she fought an internal battle to
hold her climax in. Toes curled, stomach cramped and pussy walls
clenched, Kimberly yelled to the heavens, the angels- anyone who
would listen about the earthshaking climax that had overtaken her
body.

Tiny
drops of creamy oil dripped from her open crevice as Richard withdrew
his long thick fingers. Not wasting a drop he placed his shiny
fingers in his mouth and cleaned them thoroughly. Kimberly never saw.
She was busy coming up for air from the sea of pleasure washing over
her body. Only when Richard stood up from between her legs, Kimberly
came to.

The
boxers he wore when he opened the door were now gone and his shaft
was rigidly announcing his presence. Without hesitation, Kimberly sat
up and pulled her boss onto the bed. Lying flat and breathing deeply,
he focused on the queen preparing to rule his rod and staff. The nest
of curls surrounding his cock glistened in the light, but that was
not Kimberly's focus. The cock in her view was calling her name. She
didn’t grab it, instead she simply hovered. Eye to eye like a
snake charmer, she followed it until the pulsing stopped and it
became still.

Richard’s
thoughts were racing. He was in disbelief. A woman he has admired and
lusted after was going to suck his cock. The anticipation gripped his
stomach with force, and his head pounded as the background music to
this dance grew louder and louder.

Warm,
wet and wonderful. The envelope of moisture and heat covering his
wood was indescribable. With expert precision Kimberly sank the shaft
close to her tonsils. The throbbing cock filled her mouth and she
imagined it filling other places every time she swallowed it. Saliva
ran down the shiny pale shaft and suddenly Kimberly became ravenous.
Finally grabbing the shaft, she twisted it in her mouth and increased
the suction of the rod of her boss.

Over
and over she ate, sucked, nibbled and slurped on the snake she was
charming, counting down the minutes until he filled her pussy and
possibly her heart. Richard was propped on his elbows watching his
white cock disappear into pouted lips in disbelief. Never before had
his cock been devoured with such fervor. The globes below her waist
clapped every time she descended on the shaft and revealed it again.

Richard
had enough. He could no longer count the stars dancing before his
eyes and the random words ringing in his ears. God, pleasure, desire,
erotic… all words parading across his transfixed vision. The
final time she lowered her lips over his cock, he held Kimberly’s
shoulders and pulled her off the dick she so hungrily ate.

“
Ride
me Kim,” He mumbled. “I want you to ride me.” Not
needing to be told twice, Kimberly climbed the length of his leg
finally straddling his waist. As her thick leg shadowed his torso
before landing on the other side, Richard sat up and pressed another
hard kiss on her lips salted by his own liquids. The head of his cock
pressed her still sensitive clit and her sharp inhale made her eyes
close.

A
deliciously long and thick cock was rubbing on her slick chasm and it
would only take a shift of her waist to bring him into her. Kimberly
waited, savoring the moment. Richard didn’t have that patience
to give. Hand on her ample hip, he forced her downwards and swiftly
her wet deep crevice was filled with his cock. He had waited too
long. The sensations crawling over his body coaxed a guttural sound
from his throat and Kimberly sat, impaled and in suspended animation.

Entranced,
she didn’t have the wherewithal to move, and though she was on
top Richard took control. His strokes were deep, long and forceful as
he injected her black pussy with his white cock until cream covered
both their thighs. Kimberly was dripping and moaning while Richard
was thrusting and grunting.

Full
to the brim and bubbling over, Kimberly bounced up and down feeling
the traction of the budging veins on Richard’s thick shaft.
Every time she became full to the hilt, her clit rubbed on the short
hairs above his cock arousing her even more. The climax was building
and the thrusts from Richards’s waist became sharp. With razor
like precision, he hit the spot that made her pussy sing.

Moisture
was increasing and so was the tension and electricity between Richard
and Kimberly. The volume of the moans and screams from the mating two
reached decibels above acceptable, but neither cared. The peak of no
return was being mounted and none could bring them back now.
Kimberly’s eyes rolled back into her head as the final
fireworks of pleasure burst and cascaded down her body. The climax
was epic. The clenching of her muscles as she climaxed gripped
Richards dick, and all but squeezed the cum from a shuddering
Richard. His grip on her ass was equally tight as he finally groaned
and spouted his nature on Kimberley’s flat stomach. Trembling,
the pair was spent of all energy and no longer cared that they may be
an odd pair. For a moment in time all was well with the world, and
thoughts of death and grief temporarily forgotten.

*****

The
morning after sex with your boss could be odd as one may imagine, and
in the case of Kimberly and Richard it was no different. He woke
first. Slow and groggy, Richard opened his eyes and closed them
again. The ceiling seemed to be moving and this of course wasn’t
normal. On his second attempt to enter the world, he tried to remove
his hand from under the pillow to the left. It was met with
resistance and a soft sighing sound.

With
the snap of his head, he turned to the direction of the peaceful
noises, encountering the angel that visited him last night. There
Kimberly slept with her head on the pillow and that pillow rested on
Richard’s forearm. Along the crevice of her nose, a tiny trail
of water made its way downward and disappeared. She was crying in her
sleep. In seconds, Richard remembered the night before and the love
they had made. He needed to hold her. Abandoning his urge to get up,
Richard rolled over and placed his other hand around her waist. He
wanted it to last forever.

Kimberly
stirred when the warm arm was draped over her and for a moment, was
confused. Was there someone in her bed? Eyes cracking open painfully,
she was met by Richard’s sympathetic pools of blue, watching
her, protecting her. It was a mystery to her that there was a man in
her bed- her boss at that and she sat upright violently and with a
horrified inquiring look.

“
Good
morning. How are you feeling?” Richard asked quietly.

“
My
head aches and I was having a little trouble remembering what
happened yesterday, but I remember now.” Staring him directly
in the eye, she added, “All of it.”