Page 10 of The Billionaire’s Secret Twins (Love for the Holidays #11)

Dominic

S he’s lovely, vivacious, and utterly perfect.

I look around and see Angela animatedly chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Gruber over by one of the tables.

The elderly couple looks captivated by the sweet girl’s charm and personality, and I can see why.

It’s because Angie’s glowing. She’s literally shining as she stands in the large ballroom, her blonde hair radiating light, with diamonds glittering at her neck.

But it’s more than just the play of light mixed with Angela’s beautiful form. It’s her . The curvy girl has an inner radiance that’s apparent every time she smiles, and whenever she laughs, my ears perk at the lilting lightness. I’m attuned to this woman with every cell of my body, like it or not.

After all, this isn’t exactly what I expected when I invited Angie to the gala.

I admit, I had an ulterior motive, which is that I didn’t want to bring a normal date who’d develop expectations.

Those types of ladies are everywhere in New York, and it’s honestly a drag at this point in my life.

They’d never leave my side, those red claws digging into my arm for countless hours.

Even worse, they generally expect sex at the end of the night, which normally, would be fine.

But in the last couple months, I’ve been celibate.

I know, it’s crazy and out of character.

But the thought of boning some faceless chick makes my skin itch at the moment.

Instead, I crave curves, a lilting laugh, and the humor that I see sparkling in Angela’s eyes.

Unable to help myself, I move towards the beautiful woman as if magnetized, stepping into the conversation.

“If you’ll excuse me,” I murmur to Bert and Janet Gruber. “I’m just going to grab my date for a whirl on the dance floor.”

“Oh no problem!” Janet smiles. “We’ve had a wonderful time chatting with your girlfriend, Dominic. Please bring her around again!”

“Oh yes, she’s lovely,” Bert chimes in before turning to his wife. “My dear, isn’t it time that we took a whirl around the dance floor as well? You used to cut the rug when we were in high school. Let’s see if you’ve still got moves!”

Then, the small couple glide onto the dance floor, their petite forms gyrating as they do the twist. Literally, Mr. and Mrs. Gruber are twisting on the dance floor, although the music is a classical melody.

But Angela merely laughs in my arms as we sail seamlessly around the room, her lithe figure light and elegant in my arms.

“The Grubers are so cute,” she murmurs with a smile. “They were telling me about their latest trip to Malaga, Spain, and I had no idea! Did you know that the Grubers are practicing nudists, and that Malaga is a hotspot for nude beaches?”

I shoot a wry smile at the woman in my arms. Angela feels right, as if we’ve been dancing a lifetime together.

“I think the latest term is ‘naturist,’ sweetheart. The word ‘nudist’ has fallen out of fashion because it’s not just a clothes or no-clothes thing. It’s a lifestyle for the people who practice.”

Angela laughs melodiously.

“Sorry, I had no idea because I’m not up to date on naturist lingo. But it’s so interesting, isn’t it? I never would have guessed that about the Grubers. They must be what – seventy? Eighty?”

I shoot the beautiful blonde a wry smile.

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, sweetheart. To be honest, I think all of those resorts are filled with old, wrinkly people who love living wild and free. But the wrinkly butts get to me. There’s no need to parade that around, and I definitely don’t need to see it.”

“Oh my gosh,” Angela giggles mirthfully. “You’re so bad, Dominic! Wrinkly butts. How hysterical!”

She giggles again, and I use a swell in the music to direct us seamlessly towards one of the massive entryways leading to a hallway.

Then, I sweep Angela into the darkened hallway and lead her about thirty feet into the bowels of the building.

I’m not sure she notices because she’s still giggling about the Grubers and their chosen lifestyle.

“Imagine,” she says in a mirthful tone. “Saggy—”

That’s when I cut her off. I pull her curvy form close to my big one, and my lips swoop down in a dominating kiss. Angie is startled at first, her small palms flat against my hard chest but then she melts in my arms, kissing me back.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

She doesn’t have a chance to answer because I’m ravaging her mouth now. That plush pout has parted, and I sweep my tongue inside, sampling her femininity as she gasps with surprise.

“Oh!” she cries. “Dominic!”

“Yes, sweetheart,” I moan throatily as I pull the top of her dress down. Her big breasts bobble free, the orbs like scoops of vanilla ice cream, and I can’t resist. I bend my head and take a hard pink tip into my mouth, suckling hard on her sensitized flesh.

“Ohhhh!” Angie cries out, her small hands threading through my hair as I nurse at her tits. “Oh my god, someone’s going to see us!”

“No, they won’t,” I rasp before licking at the hard pink strawberry of her nipple, and then suckling at it once again. “We’re hidden away, and besides everyone is inside enjoying the party. It’s fine, baby. We’re fine.”

By now, Angie’s melted in my arms as I lick hungrily at her nipple again.

She’s panting and moaning as my hands pull the skirt of her dress upwards.

Fortunately, there’s a slit in the fabric that goes almost all the way up to her hip, so it’s not difficult to access her lush creaminess.

My hands skim up the smooth flesh of her thighs before touching the wet folds of her cunt, and that’s when I let out a low chuckle.

“No panties, sweetheart? How the hell did that happen? You’re a naughty girl aren’t you?”

Angie lets out another cry as my fingers trail over her clit, giving it a quick pinch before rubbing against the underside of that sensitive bud.

“It was Daria’s idea,” she pants. “I tried on some matching lingerie, but there was a panty-line no matter what I wore. So Daria said to skip the g-string, although I didn’t anticipate this to be happening!”

“So it was my personal shopper’s idea, hmm?” I growl while gently tapping her sticky clit with one finger. “I’ll have to give her a big bonus then because this is pure genius.”

Then, I ease a finger into Angela’s sweetness. She’s drenched, and her fuck hole’s tiny. In fact, it’s difficult to work even a finger inside because she’s so tight, and my work will be cut out for me.

“Relax,” I murmur into the delicate shell of her ear before catching her mouth in another deep kiss. “Let yourself feel, sweetheart. Here, hitch one of your knees around my waist. That’s it,” I coax. “Open, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Angie cries out against my mouth, her slim arms wrapping around my neck.

“Dom,” she pants breathily. “Oh, that feels good!”

I slip another finger into her channel, trying to loosen her up before the big kahuna comes. But she’s tiny and resistant, so I kiss her again, brushing my lips against her sensitive ones.

“You’re doing great,” I moan. “You feel so good in my arms, baby girl.”

She relaxes a bit at the praise, and with an approving growl, I begin to scissor my fingers in her cunt, stretching her pussy walls in the process.

“Oh!” Angie cries, her head dropping back as those big breasts bobble. “Oh my god!”

I continue to scissor my fingers while catching a turgid nipple in my mouth, as she cries out with delight again. Her pussy gushes on my hand, and I switch to circling my fingers to the left, and then to the right in a clockwise motion.

“That’s it,” I rasp against her delicate skin. “You’re real wet, baby girl, but you need to be stretched more otherwise this is going to be fucking painful. Relax,” I hum. “It’ll feel good.”

But my arousal can’t be denied forever. My cock’s already a fucking missile, and practically bursting from fly of my dress pants. With fumbling fingers, I pull out of Angela’s snatch before releasing the monster and then point it at her little hole.

“You’re going to be fine,” I croon. “You’re so soft, sweet, and—”

But the feel of Angela’s tight tunnel squeezing my cock is my undoing. I ease my way inside, moaning as her sopping cunt rubs against my cock like a wet, velvety glove.

“Fuck!” I bite out, the veins in my neck bulging. “Oh shit!”

Angela’s also lost control. She pants and whines, throwing her head back as her lashes flutter shut.

“You’re too big, Dom!” she moans deliriously. “Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Just a little more,” I croon, pushing further into her wet channel. “Oh shit, baby, you feel so good. Oh shit!”

We cry out as I ease myself deeper into her honey hole. My balls begin to lift as the seed churns, her pussy squeezing me tight. I moan into her mouth, catching her lithe form against my huge one as my hips move, pistoning my cock deep into her drenched slit.

“Yessss,” I moan. “Oh shit.”

“Oh Dom, you feel so good!” Angie cries out while throwing her head back. “Oh oh oh!”

Then it happens. My come shoot pulses as my cock jerks, and I come deep in Angie’s warm, wet cunt. Hot splashes of semen drench her interior as I clutch that lovely form close, spraying her with virile man milk.

“Shit!” I roar again, losing my senses. “Fuck!”

Meanwhile, Angela’s coming apart as well. Her pussy shivers and clamps down hard on my cock before erupting into a swell of tremors.

“Oh oh oh!” she screams, her small hands clutching my broad shoulders as hot juices flow to gush all over my balls. “Oh god, Dominic, yes!”

We moan and shout together in the hallway, uncaring of who hears.

I clamp my mouth on her breast again as my cock continues to spurt, pouring baby batter by the gallon into my date’s sweet form.

Meanwhile, she trembles and screams, her tight pussy milking my fuckshaft for more, and more, and more of the good stuff.

“Oh!” Angie cries again, her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. “Mmm!”

“Yes,” I moan while licking her nipple. “Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good.”

I spurt a few more times into her sweetness as we enjoy the intimacy of our lovemaking.

Then, I make a mistake. I don’t know what gets into me because I should know better after three decades of fucking women, not to mention cleaning up after myself.

But after our shudders subside, I pull out of Angie’s wetness, and as we both watch, a huge waterfall of semen pours from her cunt, some sliding down her leg, but a lot also hitting the floor with a wet splat.

It’s filthy and wrong, and turns me the fuck on.

“Oh my god!” Angie gasps, staring at the puddle on the marble. “What do we do?”

I merely chuckle before sweeping her into my arms.

“We leave it, sweetheart, for someone else to clean because I have more in store for you ... starting now.”

Then, I stride towards the building’s back door, my steps confident and quick. After all, I haven’t gotten my fill of Angela White yet ... and there’s plenty more to come.