Farewell to Lust (Falling for the Billionaire #3) (3 page)

Bradley’s hands gripped her breasts
tighter.  He pulled away from her sex for a moment to say one thing.

“Yes, Becky,” he whispered.  “Come…
I demand you to come…”

Becky cried out and thrust herself
hard, just in time for Bradley’s tongue to return to her throbbing clitoris. 
With just a few more hard flicks of his tongue, Becky’s entire body tightened
as her orgasm raged.  Then, suddenty, Bradley then slid down to her hole, his
tongue tasting her there.  Bradley welcomed her orgasm, staying between her
legs, gently caressing her wet skin with his tongue.

Becky had never received oral sex
like that before nor had she had an orgasm so intense from oral sex. 

When Bradley finally moved from her
sex, he kissed up her entire body, not stopping, not even when his tie along
her vagina, still warm and gushing from her orgasm, and she called for him
again.

Bradley kissed between her breasts
and up, going straight to her mouth.  He hovered over Becky’s mouth, an inch
away. 

Becky could smell her own
sweetness.  Bradley’s lips looked worked.  She moved up and kissed him, kissing
his lips twice and then slipping her tongue along his lips.  She tasted herself
on and in his mouth. 

As they kissed again, Bradley
started to thrust himself at Becky, his erection pressing between her legs. 
Becky’s hands moved to Bradley’s back, clawing at his shirt, wanting him
naked.  Bradley put his hands to the bed and picked himself up. 

“Undress me,” he said.

Becky pulled at Bradley’s tie,
moving slow, savoring the moment of taking off a billionaire’s tie.  All their
previous encounters had been Bradley undressing his top half.  Becky only had
the honor of unzipping his pants and finding his thick erection.  She slid his
tie off and tossed it to the bed.  Next her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, one
button at a time, going slow enough that Bradley continued to pump at her,
reminding Becky what was to come once he was naked.  The way her arms were
pressed her breasts together, giving Bradley an amazing view of her creamy,
thick breasts and her rose colored, erect nipples. 

Becky continued down his shirt,
taking deep breaths, letting his intense smell flood all her senses.  After the
last button, one of her hands continued down and forced itself between her
naked sex and his clothed erection.  She cupped him for a second and then took
her hand away, allowing him back down at her, rubbing against her wetness. 

She then put her hands to his broad
shoulders and pushed his shirt down, revealing his amazing body.  For a man who
embraced power and success and lived on it, he also took care of himself.  The
muscles were hard and natural, well defined with subtle lines separating them. 
Her left hand held his right shoulder, her nails digging into his skin.  Her right
hand moved down his body, feeling the curve of his chest leading to a set of
rippling ab muscles, down to his pants.  Her fingers moved into his pants but
just for a second.  She then put both hands to his pants, opening his belt and,
finally, his pants. 

It was all she could do with the
position they were in. 

Bradley moved from the bed and
stood up, his hands at his sides.  His shirt was open.  His pants were open but
still up and there was an obvious bulge between his legs.

“Now,” he said to Becky.

She hurried to her knees and
climbed across the bed to him.  On her knees on the bed she was eye level with
Bradley.  Her hands started at his shoulders again, but this time she took his
shirt off.  Down and to the floor.  Her hands stayed just as eager as she moved
to his pants.  They were down in a second and that only left his boxers.  She
put her hands to his hips and pushed, making sure he could feel her fingers so
close to his erection, but she didn’t touch it.  She did watch though, seeing
him pop out from his boxers, standing thick and tall.  Her pussy ached in that
moment, desperate for him. 

Bradley then took over.  His hands
were at Becky’s ass, cupping her cheeks and forcing her back down to the bed. 
He positioned her with her legs off the bed, her ass on the edge, her open slit
pointed at his hardness.  He came down at her with a hard thrust, the tip of
his erection penetrating her without any remorse, going straight in, leading
the way for the rest of his amazing shaft. 

Becky was ready but her sex
wasn’t. 

Bradley tore at her body, his deep
thrusts hitting her harder and faster.  His sex started with the passion that
brought Becky quickly back to an orgasmic level.  When she looked at Bradley,
into his eyes, she saw something different.

She saw the concern and the care.

She saw the man behind the
billionaire, the one who made sure she got home safe last night and was able to
sleep somewhat peacefully. 

His body and sex were intense.  He
gently climbed on the bed, forcing Becky to move back.  She wrapped her legs
around his back, locking her feet together and lifting herself.  She gave
herself to Bradley, all that she could.  As her lower back lifted, giving
Bradley more entrance room, her breasts started to move as he had her.  The
faster their sex became, the more noise that entered the room.  Their bodies
colliding provided the erotic sounds and reminded both of them just how wet
Becky was for Bradley.  Their noises, grunts and groans, mixed with Becky’s
soft cries and whimpers of intense pleasure let Bradley know just how perfect
his sex was. 

He soon started to slow himself,
his movements becoming somewhat tender.  He still worked his way deep into
Becky but it became a pace slow enough that she could feel him, really feel
him, as he began to make love to Becky.  His body came down to hers, his chest
pressing against her breasts.  She unlocked her feet and opened her legs, letting
Bradley have her anyway he wanted. 

One of his hands came behind her
neck, holding her gently, his thumb massaging her neck.  His other hand went to
hair, his fingers running through it over and over.  Their eyes were deadlocked
together, refusing to blink.  Becky swore if her heart beat any faster it was
going to explode from her chest.  Her entire body was filled with pleasure, on
the verge of going numb.  If she were standing, she wouldn’t be.  She would
fall.  All ability to control anything but her stare had been given to Bradley.

Her hands were on his back, feeling
his muscles flexed as he enjoyed her tender body.  He pumped her with a gentle
care and didn’t speak a word.  Becky wished he would speak but she understood
his position.  She knew that a man like Bradley couldn’t show an ounce of
vulnerability.  But his stare alone told a different story.

“Have me,” Becky finally
whispered.  “Have me.  I want to feel you, again.  All of you… Bradley…”

“Becky,” he said back.  “Oh, my
dear Becky…”

With that his hands were flat
against the bed again.  His strong arms flexing as he lifted himself up.  His
movements started to increase, a gentle increase, this time easing Becky’s body
into it.  She could feel him opening her and speeding up, a new sensation to
experience with Bradley.  The more he increased his speed, the more it allowed
Becky to do the same.  She brought her heels to the bed again, digging them
into the soft mattress and silk sheets, and she began to thrust up.  She
matched Bradley’s speed, throbbing on his hard sex, and best of all, she caught
herself a few times speeding up so she could fuck him. 

His hands then slid down and around
to her ass, cupping her cheeks, and pulling at her.  That’s when his thrusting
grew stronger and faster again, reaching a point where Becky knew it was easier
to just give up again, to succumb to Bradley.  So she did, and he brought her
to another explosive orgasm, one that made her body so tight and so warm that
it caught Bradley off guard.  He didn’t pull from Becky though, he just went
with it.  It wasn’t the time he wanted to climax but he allowed his body to do
as needed.

When he began to release, his grip
on Becky’s backside became so strong, she reached down and forced her fingers
between his.  She tried to grip his fingers and tried to loosen them but the
hard squeezing only made her thrust up, thus adding to Bradley’s orgasm.

By the time he finished and slid
out of Becky, she had come again. 

She never experienced such intense
multiple orgasms in her life.  Orgasms that left her breathless, left her
mindless, left her feeling higher than a cloud on a beautiful spring morning. 
She looked to her right, to the large window, seeing the grey sky that
suggested snow and knew just how cold it was out there.  She shivered and
started to wrap her arms around herself when she felt Bradley collapse next to
her.  He turned her to her side and put his arms around her, pulling her in
tight, making sure his throbbing penis could slide between her legs.

They lay there, quiet for a few
minutes, the only sound being their breaths calming and their hearts doing the
same.

“I think I’m in love with you,”
Becky finally said. 

The words just came out, a flurry
of honesty.

“That’s good.  Because I have
choice for you to make.  Today.  Soon.”

“A choice?”

Becky tried to roll towards Bradley
but he stopped her.

“A choice.”

“Is it a transaction?” Becky asked
with a little attitude in her voice.

“Of course it is,” Bradley
replied.  “As I said… life is a transaction.”

Becky felt the rush of emotion
again.  Never in her life did she imagine telling a man she loved him and then
having that man talk about business and life.  It wasn’t anything like the
movies, was it?  There was no hot confession, sexy kiss, and wild sex. 
Everything was in reverse here… sex with hot kisses… and the only confessions
coming from Becky.

“Before we move forward I need to
tend to something,” Bradley said.

“More business?” Becky whispered.

“No.  I need a shower.  Care to
join?”

7.

B
ecky
couldn’t believe that Bradley had
asked
her to join him.  So much so
that she just sat up in his bed and watched him walk towards the bathroom.  Her
eyes were up and down his amazing body, memorizing him just in case his new
business transaction involved Becky going away forever.

He went into the bathroom but
appeared a few seconds later.  His face was back to the original face Becky had
seen – stone like, determined, and mean.

“That sounded like a question, but
it wasn’t.  You’re going to join me in the shower.  Right now.”

“Yes, sir,” Becky whispered.

Bradley waited and watched Becky
move off the bed.  He did the same as Becky had just done, memorizing her body,
picturing where his hands could touch and his tongue could taste on her.  For
the first time in his life, he found himself smitten by a woman. 

But just how far would she go for
him?

Bradley turned on the shower and in
the few seconds it took the water to get warm, he had his hands on Becky’s
body.  Both hands at her back, pulling her close.  She opened her legs and let
him rub against her.  They stepped into the shower together, Bradley still
holding her.  The touch of the warm water felt amazing considering how cold it
was outside.  They were both already warm and sweaty from their sex but there
was nothing quite like a good shower… with someone else.

They turned so the water hit both
of them.  Bradley stepped into the water more and Becky had no choice but to
follow.  Soon the water pelted their faces.  They struggled to keep their eyes
open and together they each came forward and kissed.  It was a soft kiss, lips
only.  Then at the same time they opened their mouths and their tongues
fluttered at each other. 

Becky could feel Bradley growing,
his thickness expanding between her legs. 

“Touch me,” Bradley said.  “I want
you to touch me, feel me.”

Becky slipped her hand down between
her legs and gripped Bradley.  He was fully hard now, again, already.  She
started to move her hand on him, lifting his cock up.  She pressed against him
again and let her hand stroke him. 

As she moved fast on him, they
shared a few kisses but Becky had to look down.  She had to watch herself
touching him. 

It took Bradley all of a minute
before one of his hands started to come around Becky’s body, feeling for her
slit.  He had two fingers against her aching hole but instead of penetrating
her, he teased her.  He just touched her, rubbing her gently and then moved up
to her clitoris.  The second he touched her there, she jumped and whimpered. 
Her grip on him tightened, sliding down to the base of him.  She gripped and
pulled, jerking him rapidly.  The tip of his defined sex touched Becky’s
stomach and as she moved her hand on him, he bounced on her. 

His fingers were delicate but to
the point, rubbing Becky’s clit at the perfect pace, bringing back her orgasmic
pleasure.  The more pleasure she felt, the more she wanted Bradley to feel. 
She opened her hand and stroked him faster.  She went tip to base, over and
over.  When Bradley started to thrust at her hand and his hand on her back
started to claw, wanting to hold her, she knew he was going to finish. 

He then attacked her with his lips,
kissing her wildly.  His tongue was everywhere on her, one second in her mouth,
the next second following the lines of her lips, and then down to her chin and
neck.  He ran his lips up to her ear and whispered to her.

“I’m close dear Becky… go faster…”

Becky listened and Bradley’s mouth
came back to hers. 

As they kissed, Bradley groaned. 
He thrust hard and then suddenly stopped.  Becky felt his cock stiffen and then
release.  The thick orgasm covered her hand and her stomach.  She could feel
him clinging to her skin and hand and she didn’t stop until Bradley told her to
do so.