Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Seven

Bonus – The Billionaire’s Friends – Tiff and Samuel – Seven
Tiff’s POV

I slowly crawled along the mattress. Something in Samuel’s command lit my inner sex goddess. I didn’t know if I looked it, but I sure felt it.

“Fuck. Yes. Just like that, Red,” Samuel groaned.

When I reached Samuel, I kneeled up, grabbed the front of his dress shirt, and pulled it open, hard. Buttons flew everywhere. I had seen it done in a movie and had always wanted to try it; it actually worked!

“Hey,” Samuel smirked. “That was my favorite shirt.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I gasped.

“I’m teasing, Red,” Samuel chuckled.

I play slapped Samuel on the chest and giggled. My hand lingered on his rock-hard chest. Fuck, he must work out constantly.

“Getting rough with me, Red?” Samuel chuckled as he shed his shirt to the ground.

I went to lift my hand off his chest, and Samuel stopped it. He dragged my hand down to his belt.

“I still need help with these,” he grinned.

I gulped hard, and my other hand went to his waist.

“Don’t be timid, Red,” Samuel said in a low rolling growl.

Fuck. I swear my panties are dripping wet right now. This is so wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve only met him, and this is technically our first date. But if it’s so wrong, why does it feel so right?

“Get out of your head, Red,” Samuel said, snapping me back into the moment. He lifted my chin and looked into my eyes. “I want you desperately, and you want me. There is nothing wrong with that.”

How is he able to read my mind so well? I continued undoing his belt, and then he slid it off and wrapped it around his fist. The sight of him doing that is so erotic and dominant that I let out a little whimper.

“You like that, Red?” He asked.

I nodded and bit my bottom lip.

“Words, my pretty one,” he stated.

“Yes,” I say in a breathy hum.

He leaned down and kissed me tenderly on the lips. Barely a brush of my lips, but the action goes straight to my core, and I moan loudly.

“God, I love your moans,” Samuel grinned. “I can’t wait to hear your screams.”

Fuck it. I grabbed his pants, undid them, and slid my hand inside to grab his cock. HOLY SHIT! It’s…HUGE.

“Fuck, yes,” Samuel groaned. He slid his pants off and then his boxers. His big, throbbing cock sprang free inches from me.

“Umm… How is that… supposed to fit in…” I said, wide-eyed.

Samuel chuckled, “It will fit, and it will fill you completely. You are going to scream my name with how good it makes you feel.”

He reached and picked me up, lying me gently on my back.

“It seems very unfair that you have clothes on,” he murmured as he bent down and kissed my thigh.

“Samuel,” I said, gasping.

Samuel leaned over me and grasped one of my tits in his palm. His caressing and kneading of it sent shivers down my spine.

“Does that feel good, Red?” He asked.

“It feels better than good,” I sighed.

His mouth dropped to my other nipple, and he sucked and nibbled at it through the lace of my bra. I groaned loudly, arched up my back, and grabbed the back of his head.

“That’s it, Red,” Samuel growled. “Let go.”

I reached around my back and unclasped my bra, discarding it to the side. I went to the hem of my panties, but Samuel stopped me.

“No, that’s my present to unwrap,” he declared sternly. “Mine.”

Oh my fucking god, his possessiveness is lighting my soul on fire. I want him now!

“Please, Samuel,” I manage to pant out. “I need you inside me now.”

“Patience, my pretty one,” Samuel whispered into my skin as he slid down my body. “I haven’t had dessert yet.” He pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them on the floor.

“Wait a minute; you had dessert!” I giggled.

The next thing I knew, his tongue was on my clit, painting circles and sucking my soul out of me.

“SAMUEL!” I screamed out as his fingers slipped into my wet heat and his mouth continued to assault my clit. My body felt like molten lava. I had never experienced this; it was intoxicating and overwhelming. I moaned uncontrollably.

“I love every moan and sound you make. It makes my cock so hard for you,” Samuel expressed.

“Please, Samuel,” I pled. “I need you inside me!”

“How much?” Samuel asked in a purr.

“More than anything in my whole life,” I gasped as he circled my clit with his tongue again. “Please.”

Samuel took his fingers out of my pussy and positioned his throbbing cock at my entrance.

“Are you on the pill?” He asked. “Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“I’m on the pill,” I breathed heavily. “I want every raw inch of you.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. “I can wear a condom.”

I bucked my hips up, pressing my pussy against the crown of his cock.

“Fuck me, now. Please,” I begged.

Samuel smiled and pressed his cock into me slowly. I gasped at the fullness.

“I want you to stretch for me, Red. Nice and slow,” he rasped as he inched his cock into my heat. “Fuck, your pussy was made for me.”

I moaned at the exquisite sensation of him filling me completely.

“My sweet Tiffany,” he growled as he dropped his lips to mine and caged me in with his arms. I reached my arms up and intertwined them through his hair. He growled into my mouth. Samuel quickened his pace, and our grunts and moans blended into a symphony of pleasure. My body coiled into a bundle of nerves, edging closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. It felt as if we were one.

“Oh god! Samueeeeeeeel,” I screamed. It barely made it out of my mouth before my body clenched around him.

“Fuck, Red!” Samuel growled, pumping into me as if his existence depended on it. “Squeeze me, baby. Make me paint your pussy.”

Fuck. His dirty mouth is so sexy. It pushes me into another wave of orgasm. My pussy feels like a vice grip around his cock. I babbled incoherently with moans and screams, as his rhythm became irregular.  With a feral growl, he releases his hot ribbons of cum, filling me. He collapsed on me, our slick bodies melding into one. We are both spent and truly satisfied. Samuel rolled over to his side, taking me with him, and wrapping me in his arms, pulling me to his chest.

“Red,” he murmured.

“Yes, Samuel,” I replied, looking up at him.

“That’s the best vanilla I’ve ever had,” Samuel grinned.

“Me too,” I responded and nestled back into his chest. “Me too.”