Billionaire Twins: Two The Hard Way (4 page)

I
give a closed smile to him and try to act sophisticated. Men like him want sophisticated women. Women who knows what’s going on and eager to try new things. This man can have it all and he can have all kinds of women. If I wanted him, I would have to be a woman that this kind of man desires, which is probably a secret because no one knows what goes on in a man’s mind. But I can be sure that what turns a man on is him having a mind-blowing orgasm.

I will do my part to give him one.

Pulling off my towel, I stand there. I knew I had a terrific body so I let him get a better look at it. His dick shot up and I heard him breathing from across the room. I pranced across and lie down in the bed. I was lying there for a few minutes as I watch his eyes flow across my body and he swallows nervously. Then he reaches in the bed and takes one of my arms and ties my wrist to the bed. Then a leg and then a leg and finally my arm. I had seen FSOG and I waited for the blindfold. But he didn’t bring one out and he didn’t have a room of pain.

He straddled me and said, “I want to look at that brown body before I fuck you hard. I want to play with it first.” What did he mean play first? Maybe that was a code I didn’t understand. “You have heard about me. I want you to see everything I do to you but I like silence.”

He pulls out a leather strap with a ball in the middle. “What are you going to do with that?” He places it in my mouth before I can protest.

He straddles me, leans down and kisses my breasts, then his mouth sucks my nipples until they are sensitive and stays hard. It’s not the same when he grabbed them and asked if they are real.

He’s burying his head between my large breasts. He looks up and stares into my eyes and says, “When I’m ready to come, I’m going to place my penis between those wonderful big brown breasts and come all over them.” There is fright in my eyes. This is way beyond what I thought would happen, but I’m here now, and I’m spread eagle with a ball in my mouth, and there is more to come.

I knew these size D’s would get me in trouble one day. He trails his kisses down to my stomach and kisses it slowly looking up at me. He’s fascinated with my mound and pubic hair. He kisses that as well and rakes his fingers through it. I’m looking down at him and I can’t wait for him to do what he did in his office. My nipples are hard, my opening is wet, my clit is jumping, and he has complete control over me.

I’m thinking maybe I should have asked for a safe word. Maybe he hasn’t read FSOG. Maybe this is the real world. I hope there is no pain involved. I’m waiting to see what he’s going to do next. His face is between my legs and he is licking me as he holds and clamps my nipples hard between his fingers. He is brushing his face over my mound and then he goes for my clit. It’s in his mouth and it feels good and I want to scream,
yes, yes, more, keep doing that!

What he’s doing to me is so good that I arch my back and raise my mound so he can get all in me. His tongue is circling my clit and then he sucks it and pushes his tongue into my opening licking my juice. I want to shout but I can’t.

“It’s good isn’t it? Is it as good for you as for me?” All I can do is shake my head. And he flicks his tongue over my bud and gives it one suck and I’m having an orgasm. His mouth and tongues stays there until my clit no longer quivers. “My cock is full from eating you and it’s getting ready to explode and I want it to explode in between those big beautiful brown breasts.”

His dick trails up to my breasts leaving a trail of pre come. He has his legs on both sides of me and he is careful not to put his body on me. “I’m coming now,” he says, and he places his cock in my cleavage and holds my breasts together with his hands, and I feel the warmth of his come flowing. A guttural moan falls from his lips in an uncontrollable passion.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Thank you. I’ve never felt like this before.” I thought at that moment that the ropes would come off, but they didn’t. He crossed over me getting to the floor and went to the bathroom. When he came out he had a towel in his hand. He wiped me with such care and put the towel to the side and he reached in a night stand and pulled out a latex and slid it over his dick.

I wanted to say what are you doing now? But he placed his fingers inside my cleft. He sucked my nipple and then pulled out his finger. “You are ready again for me.” And he was ready for me. He kissed me one more time on my bud and slid his tongue in my slit one more time.

Then he climbed over me and placed the head of his dick into my tight opening. It had been maybe a year or two since I had a man inside of me. “You are not a virgin but you are tight. I don’t like virgins.” I raised an eyebrow. Most men like when they take you for the first time. “You know what to expect from a man,” he says. Sometimes, I thought. The feeling was good because he was surprisingly gentle. He’s sucking my breasts again as he’s pushing into me.

But before I can catch a breath he hammers it into me, opening me up. He’s on me pounding and fucking me hard, in and out, up and down. Then he leans to the side and back. He did say he likes to fuck hard and he didn’t lie. He’s holding my butt and pushing it up as he goes deep into my opening, and into my body making me quake and my legs shiver from his quick hard motions. “Oh wow, his dick is large. It’s feeling damn good, and I get into it and raise my body, and he goes in deeper until I’m on the verge of another orgasm, and there it is. My mouth opens but the sound is muffled by the ball in my mouth.

He’s trembling and fucking me hard and shouting. “I like this pussy. I want to fuck those amazing large breasts again. I want you to myself. I’m not sharing you.” Those were words I never thought I would hear from Ross. Fuck, we just met, and I work for him. He can’t keep me now. He will have to let me out of my contract.

He falls to the side of me breathing hard. He leans over and kiss me with the ball in my mouth and I think he is going to untie me and he plays with my breasts and sucks my nipples. He leans over me and brushes my hair out of my face. “You are amazing.” And he falls asleep with his head under my breasts.

I can’t sleep because I don’t know what is coming next with this incredible hot man but so far it has been painless, except I don’t like the ball in my mouth, but the fucking is something I can do again and him eating my pussy. That was too hot for words.

The door open and I hear someone walking and coming in the direction of the room. I hope it’s not one of his girlfriends because I’m tied to this bed, and I’m not dressed to fight, or do any running or screaming. But he did say he was a confirmed bachelor. Whatever that means. Could it mean he has control of a situation? He is too handsome and too rich to have control of a woman. When women see a handsome man like him with money to burn they will do anything to get rid of another woman.

The door open and I hear a man’s voice call out, “Brian.” He’s standing in the door way and I can’t see because it’s dark and I can’t wake Ross. I push him and try to roll over to get him off my breasts.

The man hit the switch and a light comes on near the bed. It’s bright enough to see who is standing in a dark suit with a black shirt and no tie. It looks like Ross. I turn and look at the man sucking my nipples in his sleep and they both look alike. I can’t talk because of the ball in my mouth and I can’t move.

“Brian. Wake up. What the fuck? What are you doing with my girl?” I didn’t know I was his girl?
Oh fuck me. For crying out loud. They’re Twins!

The End of Part 1

Billionaire Twins (Two the Hard Way)

Coming Soon: Part 2 Billionaire Twins (Playing Hard)

Part 3 Billionaire Twins (Taking it Hard)

Part 4 Billionaire Twins

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Chapter 1: Amanda

I
began to feel that this was all too much for me. I didn’t need the headache of an ex-wife and a handsome man who controlled my body with just a kiss, making me tremble with want and need, when he came near me, who was into things I had only seen in movies. I had just made my nineteenth birthday, and sat in the FSOG movie. I never read about this in books because I wasn’t interested or I thought it was just fiction. Something people talked about, but never did in real life.

When his ex-wife, Alecia, spilled the secrets of their sexual going on in their bedroom, I was shocked to say the least, especially about my Matthew.

All I ever wanted was Matthew, my prince charming, who would rescue me from the wicked witch Alecia.

It was getting too complicated and I knew it. I needed to graduate from school and find a job to be able to take care of myself. After all, Matthew is ‘seventeen years older than me,’ and these are his words. He could be my father if my mother had gotten pregnant in high school. I made up my mind to continue with my plans I made earlier by calling Seth.

I showered and then text Seth before calling him.

“Seth, I know this is a last minute call, but can I hang out with you tonight?”

“Have you changed your mind about moving in?”

“That’s just what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I had a visit from Matthew’s ex-wife and I’m feeling kind of lonely. I need a shoulder to cry on and a place to stay to cry. Can you stand me for a few nights?”

“Sure. Come over, my husband isn’t here. He’s out of town at a tech convention. And if you still need a job, they are looking for a waitress at the bar in the hotel where I work. You can make good tips there. Nothing cheesy, only rich fucks like your boyfriend dine there.”

“Yes. I need a job and if it’s as good as you say, then I can save a little money and still take some classes at the university.”

“Girl, if I had a hunk like your guy and money to burn, I wouldn’t be looking for a job or anything. I would just sit my pretty ass down and enjoy the spoils of life.”

“See you later,” I chimed in. I wanted to get out before the cook or maid came in. They would tell him that I left with a bag if he asked. But he wouldn’t ask them.

I was lucky to meet Seth. He was handsome and gay, tall and blond, too pretty to be a man, but he didn’t look or act feminine.

I pack a soft bag with night clothes and one change of jeans and shirt, place a note in the bowl so Matt would be sure to see it, and head for the door. I got as far as the door, when I heard his key in the lock and he enters. “Where are you going? I came back early to take you sailing,” he said wearing a dark blue sweater, white pants and his captain’s hat. He looks sexy as hell in his blue and white, and passion and ecstasy ripples through me. 

Looking at him, as he walks close to me, he knows what he does to me when he’s near, where I feel his hardness brushing on my thigh. “You’re not leaving me are you, Amanda?” He’s staring into my eyes and I lock eyes with him. I can’t lie to him not with him so close to me with my heart bursting with love and the anguish of having to leave him.

“I just need a little time away from you. I have to think,” I said to him. I can see that I’m hurting him. He looked lost. But he hurt me too.

“What do you have to think about that you can’t do it here?”

“I had a visit from Alecia.” His green eyes grow dark. He raises his brow and his forehead furrows. “What did she want?” He drops his keys and phone and pull me by my elbow to the living room.

“I have to talk to you. You can’t go until we have a talk,” he says to me, his voice gives him away. He’s worried about what she said.

“I don’t feel like talking now. I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work.”

Standing still not wanting to be near him because I know what will happen next. It always happens when we’re together. He touches me on my breasts. Feels for my nipples, they rise from being near his handsome masculine body, and then he has my panties off, his face between my legs, and I forget what I had to do or wanted to say to him.

Pulling away from him, he extends his long arms and gently reaches for me and I’m in his arms, my head against his chest hearing his heart beat wildly. My bag still hanging over my shoulder. He takes the bag from my arm and places it near my feet.

“Now tell me what Alecia said to you?” He sits and tugs me down in his lap. It reminds me of when I first met him and he let me sit on his lap and watch a movie. This time I’m older and I’m free to be with him anyway I want. But now all I want to do is get away from him, so I can breathe. I look up into his brilliant eyes because I don’t know how to bring the subject up. And Alecia could be lying.

He twists his body under me and he’s breathing hard. I feel his penis and it is full and eager. I’m anxious to get this out on the table but he’s making it hard for me to talk. His hand opens my blouse, and I’m gazing down at his probing hand searching for my nipples. His breathing is definitely increasing and sooner than later, he will have me on the floor fucking me hard, and I won’t be able to resist him.

I surprise him and myself, “Alecia said that you are into bondage and S&M.”

He stops and looks at me and doesn’t say a word. His eyes grow cold. It’s the first time I see that side of him. His eyes stares at me but there’s no light in those eyes. They are hard, cool, and calculating and turning to green ice.

“Is it true? And is that the kind of life you had with her?”

Softly he speaks, “Yes, it’s true, but my past sex life has anything to do with you.”

“Why don’t you try telling Alecia that,” I said my eyes glaring into his. “She says this is what you like. Are you planning on pursuing that kind of relationship with me?”

“Yes, if you let me.” I was surprised he was so truthful.

“And if I don’t let you, then are you going to run to Alecia and tie her up and beat her ass until you come?”

“I would prefer your ass,” he said lighthearted as if it was a joke, shooting a small smile. I narrow my eyes showing my displeasure. “You’re not being fair, Amanda. You don’t understand me.”