The Billionaire’s Full Figured Desire

Terrence didn’t reply, not in so many words, but he immediately shifted his weight and got off of her, standing up next to the sofa. He took her by the hand and led her toward her bedroom, but halfway through, it was as though he decided he no longer wanted to wait. Terrence pushed her roughly up against the wall, smothering her in kisses and groping at her. Frida was so out of her depth. She wasn’t used to this, she had never had any kind of sexual activity that was anything remotely close to this! She wasn’t a virgin, not by a long shot, but the lovers that she had had up until that point had all made love to her gently, and caressingly.

This was nothing like that. Terrence was rough. He manhandled her. And she was loving every single second of it. She clawed her fingernails down his back, and he hissed from the pain, grinding his crotch even harder against hers. Her panties were dripping now, she could feel it running down her legs, staining Terrence’s pants with dark spots. It didn’t stop either of them though as Terrence continued to grind against her, his body hard and pressed against hers, allowing her to feel him.

He grabbed her thigh and lifted, guiding her to wrap her leg around him. Finally, he managed to undo her the strap of her bra, and her large breasts popped loose. Terrence was all over them in a heartbeat. He flicked his tongue across her nipples, licking them, sucking them hungrily, like a breastfeeding child. Frida’s nipples had always been sensitive, and now she upgraded from panting raggedly to full-fledged moaning. Loud, hungry, desperate moans that she had zero control over. They escaped from her slack jaw as if she were drooling them out, filling the halls of her home like some kind of porno studio.

She couldn’t see his face, but Frida got the distinct impression that Terrence was pleased that he’d managed to make her sound off like a fire alarm. Even as she thought this thought, with a twinge of embarrassment that she was losing control over her own body, it did nothing to quiet her involuntary moans. Terrence grabbed and squeezed her boobs, and got lower and lower as he worked his way down her torso. Pretty soon, he was in her danger area. Terrence trailed kisses along her thighs, and teased her slowly and gently, before diving straight in.

As soon as she felt his tongue slide into her pussy, Frida yelped. If she’d thought her nipples were sensitive, then she’d had no idea. She had a vibrator, of course, what woman didn’t, but there were things that a human tongue could do that she was just incapable of replicating. And by the telling, Terrence knew how to do all of them. Just the texture of his tongue was almost her undoing, it was rough and wet against her, setting a fire between her legs that only he could put out.

It felt as though he were using the tip of his tongue to sketch intricate calligraphic symbols into her pussy. Frida threw her back against the wall, and made a deal with herself to just enjoy it, and worry about the repercussions of this later. With that in mind, her moans went up a notch. In fact, quite a few notches. Now, the corridor definitely sounded like a porn movie! Frida lifted her leg again and propped it up on Terrence’s back as he dropped to his knees, licking and lapping at her pussy like he was a death row inmate and she was his last meal.

Frida didn’t know how much more she could take, especially since Terrence didn’t show any signs of slowing or calming down. He was like a machine, not stopping and not tiring. Suddenly, Frida could feel the pressure in her nether regions mounting, could feel her hormones rising, the gaps between her inhalations getting shorter and shorter until-

Frida let loose something akin to a pig-like squeal and a scream; a loud, shrieking one that bounced off of the walls as she climaxed. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screamed, her legs trembling with the tension of the orgasm.

The orgasm lasted about twenty seconds, but before it had even finished, Frida’s blood was pumping, ready to go again. She had never wanted to be in control so much before, all she wanted was to control the moment as she felt the need and want for Terrence burn inside of her, she wanted all of him, and this time, it was she who grabbed Terrence with rough hands and shoved his back against the wall. She had developed a taste for the kind of boisterous rough handling that got her so excited.

She fumbled with his belt, and it was off in a heartbeat. Terrence was pleasantly surprised that Frida wasn’t yet spent; she suspected that he’d meant to drive her close to the edge, but not over it. Frida supposed he didn’t know exactly what he was capable of, but no matter. One orgasm was not nearly enough to slake her lust just yet for it had clawed its way inside of her, making her want Terrence more than she had ever wanted anything before. She yearned to taste him, feel him, she just wanted all of him.

Terrence’s pants were as tight as pants could actually be. It took her a while longer than she thought to tug them down to his knees, revealing his tight-fitting boxer briefs, which were being tented by his rock-hard cock. Frida gasped for effect. It wasn’t the biggest that she’d ever seen, but male ego and male arousal are not so different from one another, like two sides of the same coin. To stroke one is to stroke the other.

And Frida was doing a fair bit of stroking just there. She palmed his cock through his briefs and gently stroked up and down. Just like her, Terrence’s breathing suddenly deepened, starting getting more and more ragged. Finally, she pulled back the elastic on his briefs and his cock sprung out, already at full mast, and about as veiny as an organ is likely to get.

Frida gasped again, and this time she saw Terrence smile, almost like he’d won something. She lowered herself down to her knees, and his cock was right next to her face. Terrence’s head was thrown back against the wall, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and so Frida couldn’t see what expression was on his face, but they were other ways of gauging his reactions. She kissed the tip of his cock and flicked the tip of her tongue against the head. Terrence’s entire body jolted like it’d been galvanized with an electric shock. He gasped uncontrollably. This time, it was Frida’s turn to smile, no doubt in the knowledge that she was going to drive him over the edge, just as he did her.

The thought of making Terrence orgasm was enough to make her wet all over again, it turned her on knowing what she could do to him and as Frida wrapped her lips tightly around his cock and swirled her tongue around the head. Terrence let out a long, gasping breath as she did this as if he’d just been hit with a cool breeze on a boiling hot day. Frida swirled her tongue again, and Terrence jerked again this time like he was a puppet whose strings were being yanked.

Frida swirled her tongue around the head of his cock one more time, but this time, she went down immediately after. Slowly, but deliberately and surely. In moments, she’d bottomed out, her nose buried against his pelvis and the tip of his cock tickling the back of her throat as she deep throated him. And she held it there.

Terrence appeared to be going into convulsions with pleasure. He was gasping raggedly and sporadically, his body jerking and twitching, and didn’t settle down until Frida, now beginning to gag on his tool, had to withdraw, leaving it coated in spit. She went down again but bobbed this time, and for a moment, the corridor was filled with a crass, sloppy, slurping noise as she went up and down on his cock. Pretty soon,

Terrence began bucking his hips expertly, pumping his cock into the back of her throat, causing her to gag gently with each thrust.

He grabbed her head with both hands and began to pick up the pace. Within moments, he was grunting like an animal as he pistoned his hips, fucking her face. Frida’s nose was running, and her eyes were watering as his cock pounded mercilessly into her airways, but she could feel it swelling inside her mouth, hear the escalation in the pitch of Terrence’s moans, feel his legs beginning to tremble.

Seconds later, he thrust as far between her lips as it was physically possible for him to be, and next second, he was coming inside her mouth. Frida had read her fair share of erotica novels, she had read the expression “orgasming with the force of a fire hydrant” many a time. Terrence, however, came with the force of something closer to an artillery shell.

Frida sighed contentedly as she tasted the first shot of thick semen as it blasted the back of her throat. The three or four consecutive blasts landed neatly in a pool on her tongue, before dripping off the sides to congregate at the pit of her mouth. She waited until she was sure he’d finished before slowly pulling her lips from around his cock. Terrence finally glanced down and made eye contact with her, and she decided to open her mouth wide, to show him the mess he’d made, before swallowing.

Terrence reached down and grabbed her neck, squeezing tightly. He slammed her against the wall. “That was fucking hot,” he growled anomalistically.

Frida smiled at this. “I hope you’re not too tired to go again.”

“Too tired?” Terrence asked scornfully, “You must be kidding.” He wasn’t joking; Terrence’s cock was already stiffening again, and this time, Frida wanted it inside her. She needed it inside her.

This time, they really did take it to the bedroom, for which Frida was grateful for. She had a queen-size mattress, and there was plenty of space to do whatever they wanted. Terrence roughly pushed her onto the bed and then lay on top of her, still gripping her throat.

Frida honestly wondered whether she would pass out from the pleasure; the way he manhandled her turned her on in a way she would never have thought possible.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “Fucking choke me, Daddy.”

Frida honestly didn’t even know what she was saying, or where she’d got it from, but what she did know was that she was so turned on, it was though her mind had ascended to a whole new echelon of existence.

“Fucking hit me,” she groaned, aching for him to hurt her. Terrence obliged and smacked her straight in the face. The blow stung, and yet it drove Frida wild with arousal. She moaned contentedly as her cheek grew hotter, and her hand flew to it.

“Fuck yes, Daddy, fucking smack me, I’m such a bad girl!”

Frida had honestly never cursed so much in her life, but now it just made her all the wetter. Terrence smacked her in the face one more time, and this blow stung even more than the last once. “Open!” he commanded roughly.

Compelled by a wild desire to obey his every command, Frida opened her mouth wide, and Terrence spat right in it. Frida expected to be repulsed by such an act, and yet she felt nothing but lust because of it. She swallowed obediently like she knew he would want.

Terrence threw her back down on the bed, and spread her legs, stripping away her panties. The foreplay was already over and done with, he knew what she wanted. And she knew what he wanted. Frida’s pussy was as wet as it would ever be, her lips swollen and puffy intense anticipation of the pleasure that was to come.

In one smooth motion, Terrence slid into her up to his hilt. Frida gasped and groaned as he slid in, and immediately clenched her vaginal walls like a vice. Terrence drew himself back out slowly, up to the tip, and slammed back into her again, precipitating another quaking groan.

“Oh, fuck!” Frida squealed. “Keep fucking me, Daddy! Give it to me harder, faster!”

Terrence was not one to ignore his lover’s desires, and so he began to pick up the pace, pistoning his hips again, as he fucked her harder and faster. Frida began to lose control of her moans and her groans once again as Terrence slammed into her, pounding her with all the energy he had. Before long, she was orgasming for a second time, and then a third. They stopped, and she turned over onto her knees, her huge rear propped up in the air. Terrence grabbed handfuls of her flesh and went at it again.

Moments later, they were fucking like two animals in heat, grunting like wildebeests.

“Fuck!” Frida cursed. “Just like that, Daddy! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! I’m such a bad girl, fuck me! Fuck this pussy, beat it up! Make me cum one more time!”

After her fourth orgasm, Frida could tell that Terrence was getting close. Given the fact that she didn’t remember him putting a condom on, she was hoping he would remember not to orgasm inside her, as she wasn’t on the pill. This thought, however, was somewhere far away and dark inside her head. Most of her focus and concentration was already taken up, by the task at hand.

She was now throwing her ass back on him, slamming her ass cheeks against his pelvis as he pumped his cock inside her.

“Ugh!” Terrence groaned from behind her. “I’m so close!”

“Yeah, come for me!” Frida moaned, coaxing him toward the edge of his climax.

“Fucking shoot that hot cum all over me, Daddy! Do it, come for me!”

With a final, gasping grunt, Terrence pulled his cock from her and fired at least five or six shots of cum across her back. When he was done, he gasped with the effort and collapsed face down on the bed. Frida was suddenly drained of all energy; she couldn’t even muster the effort to clean herself off.

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They just lay there, the tips of their noses touching, and without even meaning to, sleep claimed her.