Page 4 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

My phone vibrates, and a groan escapes my lips as I open my eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling.

Only a handful of people have this phone number, so I know it's important, and I need to at least see who is trying to contact me.

The device moves on the nightstand again.

"Ugh." I rub my face, taking a few seconds to clear the cobwebs.

I hear the even breathing of the woman lying next to me.

Her softly exhaled breath confirms she is in a state of deep, peaceful, satisfied sleep.

Glancing at her blissful expression, I gently pull my arm out from under the pillow, trying not to disturb her.

She doesn't twitch, and that fact makes me smirk.

She called my name last night and didn't even know it. I chuckle softly.

I started off sliding my cock in slow and steady.

Letting her get used to the size as I reached around and played with her tits.

When I turned up my fucking intensity, I also placed my fingers on top of her clit.

Both of my hands and all my fingers working her erogenous zones, lightly tickling them.

Pinching her nipple as I crushed her clit with each forward pump, then with each withdrawal returning to my dual massage.

Typically, this technique, along with my sheer cock size, gives an immediate orgasm, but this girl didn't give me any signs of a growing need to cum, much less an explosion.

Having fucked a lot of women, I know not all of them can have orgasms. Some have physical issues that prevent it, poor souls.

I was a tad disappointed because she was fun up till now and a nice distraction.

But if she was one of those unfortunate women with a dead pussy, there was no point in trying to please her.

No man can fuck life into a lost cause, so I set about satisfying my own needs.

When she screamed at the top of her lungs, it broke my fucking trance, and I was terrified my distracted hammering had been too hard.

I threw her forward onto the bed, yanking my cock out, and knelt frozen over her, watching her writhe.

She lifted her face off the bed and cut her eyes back at me, then sucked air in. "Per favore." Her voice sounded desperate.

"It's ok. It's ok."

She screamed. "Uuuuhhhh!" As she dropped her head and panted aloud. Her breath labored.

I scanned her body, but there weren't any obvious signs that she was injured, but then again, there wouldn't be, so I asked her. "Are you ok?"

"Uuuuhhhh!" She didn't answer. She shook her head violently from side to side, then beat the bed with her fist.

I leaned over to comfort her. My semi-erect cock slid harmlessly between her thighs. My lips touched the skin of her shoulder. My hips brushed her exposed ass. My touch made her scream again.

"Per favore." She reached between my legs and smacked my cock.

It wedged in a crevice, making her squirm.

I gripped her hips holding her still, not wanting to hurt her again.

She grunted and grabbed my balls. "Ooooooo.

Ooooooo. Ooooooo." I panicked, knowing she could do real harm to me.

I grabbed a handful of her dark hair and yanked her head back. Her grip tightened like a vice.

With a voice, as cold as steel, I told her. "Drop 'em."

She let go immediately, and as soon as my jewels were free, my assets retreated out of reach.

Pushing her still writhing body face down on the bed, I laid on her.

Pinning her down, letting the full weight of my body control her, I used her hair to turn her face to mine so I could stare into her eyes.

I was astonished at the look of sheer desperation that stared back at me.

"Tell me what is wrong!" I commanded her.

She spat in my face, pushing garbled words out. "Continua ad andare. Per favore. Di Più! Di Più!"

I chuckled, relieved. "I thought.... No.... Never mind."

Her reaction to my words caught me off guard. She let out a string of muffled cuss words, then she buried her face in the covers and started to shake. "No? Ugh!" Then more cussing.

I kissed her shoulder and stroked her hair. "Shush now. Shush. Calm down. I'm going to give you what you want."

She froze and lifted her head to stare at me. I smiled. "Let me know when you are ready to continue. I'm going to give you the fucking of a lifetime."

"Continua ad andare? Per favore? Di Più?" Her eyes were as big as saucers.

I laughed. "Yes, Ma'am. I can fuck all night."

She pushed up on her elbows, and her eyes hunted my cock. When they rested on it, a grin broke out on her face. She rolled her eyes and collapsed on the bed, thanking the gods that I had not had a premature ejaculation.

I grabbed the extra pillows, tossed them to the foot of the bed, then picked her up and walked around to the footboard.

I gave her lips a quick kiss, then turned her to face the bed.

Next, I took the pillows and stuffed them between her hips and the footboard, pushed her over them, and stepped up tight behind her, letting my erection press against her ass.

I bent over her and nibbled the skin on her back as my hands massaged and rubbed her ass. "Comfortable?"

"Si."

"You sure you want more?" I teased her ass with my cock.

Her voice was sultry when she answered. "Si! More." Her hands reached around to her ass, and she spread her butt cheeks, giving me clear access. "Fuck me, Mister Very Big Man. Fuck me hard. Hard as you can."

I placed my cock at the entrance of her begging pussy, then gripped her shoulders. My thumbs stroked circles against her skin. "Ready?" I asked her.

"Si! Hard."

Most women say they want it hard, but what they really mean is a firm thrust that bottoms out and lifts them off their toes.

They want that deep g-spot that they don't know they have massaged.

That or they mean hard as in fast and furious.

They do not mean as hard as I can fuck because I can fuck hard, but if I did fuck as hard as I can, I would crush them.

I'm a semi-pro fucker who prides myself on my skill and technique.

I like to watch them lose their shit over and over before I lose mine.

Then I like to do it again and again, harder and harder, until they pass out from the pleasure I have given them.

That's my passion. Pleasing pussy. I may not feel the passionate love that other men feel or the level of lust that drives men to do stupid shit, but I do love women, and I love satisfying them.

Since I was already giving her the good stuff before when I brought her to that near orgasmic pinnacle, and she screamed, I figured I would give her the same-sex technique now, then push her over the edge with a fast finish.

I thrust deep inside her, pushing her up against the pillows, lifting her off her toes, then pumped and pounded her fast. The sound her ass made smacking my groin, mixed with her moans as I brought her to the edge, sounded so sexy, and I pushed her over the top like the fucking expert I am.

She fell forward, trying to collapse, but I didn't let her.

Oh no. That girl almost lost her mind earlier from sexual frustration, and she asked for more from me.

She wanted Moore, and by God, that was exactly what I gave her.

More fucking from fucking Moore! I pulled her body off the bed, squatted down, and sat her on my cock, then thrust her up in the air, making her bounce on my dick.

The slamming sensation she got sent her climaxing again.

When she finished, she fell forward, and I eased her off, draped her again over the footboard, and eased in slow.

I fucked her then at my own pace, and right before I blew my wad, she had another mind-blowing orgasm from my swollen size.

I know it was mind-blowing cause she was moaning like a porn star.

Round one was done, then we moved to round two.

My phone starts to dance on the table again. Oh, yeah. I better get that. Leaning on my elbow, I reach for it and peek at the screen to see who the text is from. There's an iMessage from Darren Martin, a longtime friend and venture capital partner. Sliding the screen open, I read the entire text.

Aurei, call me when you have ten minutes to talk. No rush, but today is better than tomorrow.

And later is better than sooner. Collapsing into the pillows, I pull one under my head, then I enjoy the view of the beauty's chest rise and fall.

She's serene, laying here with her dark hair tousled, spilling over the white pillowcase.

I trace my finger down her back, then give her ass a little squeeze.

She was a good fuck. Had a lot of stamina.

Challenged me. I liked being pushed to perform.

She rolls away, not interested in anything but sleep, and snuggles with her pillow.

I grin and roll onto my back to stretch.

My hand touches the top of the headboard, and I feel my camera strap.

Rolling over, I drag my body over the sheets to peer down between the headboard and the mattress.

It's wedged between them. How the hell did it end up there?

No telling. She lost her frustration in round one, her inhibitions in round two, and in round three, we were exploring all kinds of different positions.