Page 18 of The Billionaire's Classmate

Sam laid a few, sloppy kisses on her gorgeous ass and grabbed his cock with his right hand. He then sat on his knees and led his throbbing, wet cock in her pussy.

“Ooh!” Aisha’s body jerked when she felt his massive cock inside her. Sam pushed it more and more, until her delicious love hole swallowed it down to the shaft. As horny as he was, Sam took a moment to gaze at her big, round ass.

“Best ass in the world, baby…” He sighed and placed his hands back on her buttocks. There was no time for any more tender moves, though. Sam loved her ass so much that he began thrusting her almost immediately, increasing her pleasure.

“Come on, pound me from behind, yeah, I love it like that…” Aisha kept urging him, while she used her right palm to fondle her boobs, one at a time. A pool of sweat formed on her arched back. Upon noticing it, Sam leaned towards it and licked it clean. He breathed down on her back once, making her tingle. Then, he grabbed her hair from behind with his left hand, thrusting her faster and faster. Their loud moans filled the room; Aisha’s second orgasm was close. She had Sam’s big, hard, pulsating cock filling her up, reaching her outer rim and she absolutely loved it.

His large hand landed on her left buttock for a gentle slap. She looked at him over her right shoulder again. His flexing muscles in the dim, blue light were a fantastic sight to see. Sweat was dripping from his chest, down to his abs and his shoulder muscles were flexing with his every thrust.

“Right there baby, I’m cumming again…” Aisha moaned, louder than ever before. Sam quickened his pace even more. Aisha heard his big balls slapping against her ass, right before her body shook with violent spasms. Sam’s climax was loud and aggressive. He did not want to pull out and exploded in orgasm inside her. Ten seconds later, exhausted and gasping for breath, he collapsed next to her.

Lying on his Sam’s shoulder and stroking his stomach, still trying to catch her breath, Aisha had not forgotten the earlier incident, where Sam and Ava were making out in his study.

“Sam, what the hell were you and Ava doing when I came in?” Sam burst into laughter, but would not look at her.

“It was her idea, really. She thought it would be a good way for you to realize if you had any feelings for me. I think it worked.”

That particular thought had crossed Aisha’s mind; yet, she would not go ahead and ask them if they were actually dating.

“That little bitch. I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind when I see her. Was the butt grabbing part really necessary? I mean, you could have been more subtle.”

“Subtle? Nah. If we were just talking in my study, you’d think it was some kind of an appointment. She’s a realtor, remember?”

“I guess you’re right. No more touching any other women, Mr. CEO. I mean it.” Aisha playfully punched him in the chest area.

“Hmm… Not even Ava’s? Come on, it felt great, really. It was big, juicy and…” Sam pretended to hold two invisible buttocks in front of his face. Aisha did not appreciate that one bit. She bit him hard on his stomach, cutting his laughter short. In spite of his pain, Sam put his left arm around her back and pulled her closer to him.

“That’s what I love about you, Aisha. You’re a feisty one. I’ve had enough one-night stands. I want a relationship. Something real…”

Aisha loved Sam’s soft tone. He sounded as if he meant every word. Her big man was finally committing to something. The young barmaid was happy. She smiled at him, enthralled by his sincere words. She wanted to feel his embrace and lay down on his broad chest.

She then closed her eyes, imagining what life with him would be like. Aisha was determined to live her life to the fullest, even if things did not work out with Sam. She could even remember her romance with Sam and boast about it: The time when she had a billionaire like him wrapped around her finger…

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THE END

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2.Rescued By a Billionaire

BWWM Billionaire Romance

The function hall bubbled with highly trained personnel, each of them with their own area of expertise. Ronny Goldberg was a grade A shooter. It was rumored that he could shoot any target with any firearm. As long as he had a gun in his hand and a trigger behind his finger, he was a force to be reckoned with.

This skill had served him well in the Special Operations. He was often called upon to fulfill dangerous missions, which often included goals that some might consider impossible. Nevertheless, he always came back successful, one way or another. This track record lent itself to his cocky, playboy attitude. As he walked around the banquet, celebrating the feats of the squad, he made sure to visit any and all females to give them a little Goldberg charm.

Most women found it endearing, especially since Ronny was a fine piece of eye candy. No one could really complain when he flashed a pearly white smile. Women often found themselves staring at him, getting lost in his pale blue eyes that knew exactly how to captivate an audience. Girls would be trapped under his gaze as he pulled his muscular body closer and closer until they were up against the wall and his warm breath caressing their necks.

His roguish charm was good enough to work on just about anyone. Or so he thought. As he looked around the banquet, looking for his next catch, his eyes fell on a beautiful African American woman, sitting alone at one of the far end tables.

She wore a stunning, midnight blue gown. She sipped her drink as she looked wholly uninterested in the entire affair. While everyone else was socializing and having their fill of free booze, she just sat there with a serious look on her face. Ronny studied her for a moment, trying to decipher her from afar. If she was at this event, then she must be working with the special ops, but he couldn’t tell for sure.

Intrigued, he made his way over to her, enjoying her good looks. Her skin was a perfect shade of chocolate. Her lips were pouty, jutting out just enough to make him want to kiss them. They reminded him of a delicate pink rose and he wondered if they would ever dance against his, like a flower in the wind. Her eyes, although gleaned over with a bored look, bore an untold amount of intelligence and mystery inside their depths that made Ronny yearn for her even more.

Finally, he reached her table, sitting down on the empty seat beside her. Reaching out a hand, he introduced himself with a dazzling smile, a dimple appearing on his left cheek. “I’m Ronny. You must be an angel right?” He asked, a smirk replacing his smile as he paid her the compliment, however cheesy.

“I think you are mistaken,” she said seriously, straightening herself out and placing her hands on her knees, before leaning forward. Her long, straight hair fell over her chest, nearly reaching her waist as her face got closer and closer to his. Ronny couldn’t help but look down ever so slightly, at the revealing cut of her dress. She had the best pair of breasts he had seen all day.