Unbearable Passion - Exposed: Billionaire Erotica Romance (Unbearable Passion series Book 3) (6 page)

“I’ve made reservations at one of my favorite restaurants on the island. It’s located in a hard-to-find spot on the islands, which wards off tourists. Only locals know about this place. The fish is grilled to perfection. I hope you like fish.”

“I love fish. It’s part of our culture.”

“It’s not part of mine and I had to learn to like fish, but the more I travel to these islands and taste what good fish is supposed to taste like the more I’m a convert. This crap they serve us from China is horrible. There’s nothing like fish from the Caribbean or the Mediterranean seas.”

“I agree. Ciara makes a killer codfish recipe that my grandmother used to make. It’s a staple on our island, but she really does it justice even if she only cooks the dish during summer months when she can grill the codfish outside on the barbeque.
Eau de codfish
doesn’t really work with her stylish wardrobe and high-end furniture. Certain fish are too smelly to cook in our closed-up New York homes.”

“I’m so glad you like fish. Get ready, the reservations are in one hour.” He punctuates his sentence by slapping my behind.

Since I’m travelling light, I only brought two dresses with me. I select the yellow maxi dress because it was custom-made to fit my petite and curvy frame. Ciara surprised me with this gift for my birthday a few years ago, since I was lamenting about how statuesque she looked in hers and how it was nearly impossible to find anything so beautiful that would fit me. I slide into a pair of gold flat sandals to complete the look and I can’t help but feel so beautiful. The color of the dress complements my sun-kissed skin.

Bryce was right. Mad Hatters is an incredible restaurant. We both feast on the best crab cakes I’ve ever had and the sauté rock fish with dark n’ stormy sauce served with fried plantains leaves me begging for more. That said, nothing prepared me for the rum soaked flambé bananas and coconut ice cream. I’m certain the culinary Gods must have prepared this outrageous dessert because I swear I heard angels sing when I tasted my first bite. The meal is simply delectable and the service is irreproachable. It comes as no surprise that Bryce knows the chef really well.

“Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“It was amazing and the view is breathtaking.” I’m still in awe of what I consider to be paradise on earth.

“On the way home, I want to take you to a hidden spot that offers the best view on the island. The first time I discovered its beauty, I called my assistant while overlooking the island and told her to find a local realtor to help me locate a getaway home.” He caresses my hand. 

“I don’t blame you. It has a different feel from some of the other islands I’ve been to.”

“Let’s go. I really want to show you this spot.”

Bryce and I drive in silence to his secret location. No words in the dictionary can express how idyllic this moment is. We arrive at Bryce’s secret spot in time to watch the sunset. Bryce retracts the rooftop of his Jeep and we’re able to stand inside his vehicle to admire the tropical sunset.

“The view from this clifftop is spectacular.”

“I try to come here every day to watch the sunset when I’m on the island. I don’t have time most days back home to even figure out if it’s morning or night because my days are so demanding, but when I come here, I’m reminded to slow down,” he says, as if he feels compelled to break the silence.

“This is such a beautiful place and it truly is paradise on earth.” I reach out to caress his cheek. He grabs my hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it tenderly.

“I’m happy you’re here with me, Sofia.” He surprises me with his admission.

“I’m a lucky girl to be able to enjoy this moment in time with you,” I reply, as he comes closer to kiss me.

“Let’s get home before it gets too dark to drive. We can finish what we started in the hot tub in the backyard.”

What an amazing night.

Sitting in a hot tub under a Caribbean sky where millions of little stars shine bright is almost as magical as watching the sunset an hour ago. He lights a number of torches to add to the mood and the gentle ocean breeze only intensifies the sultry ambience.

We’re interlaced into a hot, passionate embrace for a very long time until Bryce’s erection becomes too big to ignore.

“Why waste an erection? Let’s get out of this hot tub and grab a quick outdoor shower,” he suggests with a devilish smile on his face. Something tells me his grin is a prelude of things to come.

The shower is as well designed as the rest of his tropical home. The raindrop showerhead is massive and dispenses enough water to cover both of us.

“I have to admit that I’ve never sat in an outdoor hot tub before, nor have I ever taken a shower outside.”

“I can help you break another first,” he whispers, as he embraces me from the back and wraps his arms around my breasts. “I can fuck you right here and make you come. I know for a fact that you’ve already had sex outdoors in the back of a car, but have you ever had sex outdoors on a tropical island before?”

I roll my eyes and I can’t resist smiling at the imagery of him kneeling in the back of a car pleasuring me in the middle of Paris while his chauffeur stands guard near the Benz.

“You’re right there. I haven’t tried sex outdoors in the Caribbean yet,” I reply with a cocky expression.

“Well, let’s make sure you can cross that one off of your bucket list,” he replies with a huge grin.

Without waiting for my answer, he turns me around, grabs me in his arms, forcing me to straddle him. He kisses my neck with a voracious appetite and without warning he starts to walk towards his home.

“What’s going on? I thought you were going to fuck me outdoors? Aren’t you strong enough to hold me?” I ask defiantly.

“Oh, I’m strong enough. Trust me, I haven’t changed my mind, but I need you to grab a condom from my pants. I dropped them on the couch in the living room as we were rushing to jump into the hot tub.”

“I thought we were past condoms.”

“We are, but your juicy pussy makes me come too fast. If I wrap my cock, I can last longer and make you come harder.”

“Point noted. Let’s go find a darn condom.”

He has to angle me in order for me to grab his pants and fish for the condom. All the while he’s keeping me balanced, still holding me in his arms, my legs straddling his body.

“Rip it open with your teeth and see if you can slip it on while I still hold you in my arms.”

“I don’t think my arms are long enough,” I lament as I attempt to reach his massive cock. “I don’t think your cock is long enough.”

“Very funny. Keep trying, Sofia.”

Getting the condom on while maneuvering with my hands behind my back desperately trying to reach his cock turns out to be a lot more challenging than I thought. In my determination, I jerk my body too quickly and cause Bryce to lose his balance and we both end up on the couch laughing our heads off.

“I’m crushed. My skills as a contortionist suck so badly. There goes my career with
Cirque Du Soleil,
” I say while still laughing.

“Why would you ever consider a career as a contortionist when you’re such a master at sucking my cock?” he replies, pushing my head towards his erect penis.

I gently kiss his cock from the base to his tip where I poke my tongue inside his hole to intensify his pleasure. He moans as he presses my head down even harder. I love sucking out the sweet juices of his pre-cum and I know it turns him on almost as much as it turns me on.

“Stop teasing me, Sofia. Just take my cock inside your warm mouth and suck me hard,” he nearly begs.

I give him a coy smile before opening my mouth and taking him all in. I force the tip of his cock to touch the back of my throat with each thrust.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he moans, as he puts even more pressure on the back of my head while pulling at my hair.

I devour his cock as if I haven’t eaten for a week. I bring him nearly to the point of climax, but as I grab his balls to make him to come inside my mouth, he pulls my hair and drags my head back.

“I don’t want to come inside your mouth, baby. I want to come inside you after I’m done eating you. I want to put my tongue so deep inside your pussy.”

“Ohhhhh,” I let out with anticipation.

“Sit on the couch and spread them wide,” he commands.

He lies down on the floor at my feet and gets up on one shoulder. He brings his head near my wetness and pushes his tongue inside my aching pussy.

“Do you want me to make you come hard or soft today?”

I’m way too consumed with burning desire and can’t think straight enough to make a decision. I blurt out, “How do you want to make me come?”

“I want it rough and dirty, baby.
Soft
is for eighteen-year-old girls. Not for women with beautiful, sexy and curvaceous bodies like yours.”

“Rough it is then.”

“Oh, and is it okay if I have some dessert at the same time?”

I’m confused by his question. He’s already up and walking towards the kitchen before I can ask for any further explanation. He rummages through his fridge before coming back a few minutes later with a bowl of whipped cream in one hand and a banana in the other.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you I’m in the mood for some dessert and I think a cream pie will do the trick nicely. Now sit back, relax and let me do the work,” he orders.

He gets back down on his knees and drops the banana on the couch near me to free up his other hand. He grabs a handful of the whipped cream and spreads it all over my breasts. He leans in and licks off all the whipped cream until he’s able to bite each of my nipples. He grabs another handful and drops the sweet creamy cloud inside my mouth. The coldness of the whipped cream followed by the warmth of his mouth is more than I can bear as he crushes my lips with his, forcing the cold milky cream down my throat.

“Arghhh. That feels so good,” I moan.

“You like it, don’t you?”

He grabs another larger handful of whipped cream and dumps it all over my pussy before leaning in to lick it off. He alternates between eating the cream off my pussy and massaging my clit with his finger. This new, kinky experience nearly brings me to the point of climaxing when he says, “Don’t come too fast. I still have the banana.”

“Banana? Where are you going to put that banana?”

“Where do you think?”

I’m too turned on and too confused to object.

He slowly peels off a banana and dips it in the whipped cream before using the fruit as I would one of my favorite sex toys. He teases my pussy and then forces the banana inside me before gliding it back and forth over my throbbing node. He adds more pressure against the banana while gliding it faster against my erected clit until my body can no longer take such intense pleasure. My intense climax forces me to propel my hips upwards and meet Bryce’s hand. The contact is so immediate and so strong that it smashes the banana. The combination of my juices, the whipped cream and the banana sitting on top of my body does in fact look like a naughty cream pie.

We both look down in amazement at my stomach before we raise our eyes and lock gazes. When I lock eyes with him and I notice his lustful expression, I know he’s not quite done with me. I don’t know what he has planned next for me, but something tells me he’ll cause me to nearly lose all of my senses.

“Open wide to eat your dessert, baby,” he announces, as he forces the fruit mixture inside my mouth. “Eat it.” He pushes his homemade cream pie deeper and deeper into my mouth. I swallow hard and I can taste my own juices mixed with the whipped cream and the banana.

I’m sitting on the couch completely satisfied and exhausted with this whipped cream mixture dripping all over my body.

“Look at you, you’re so dirty. You’re just a dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you,” he says, as he traces my body with his finger. “You need a shower,” he suggests, as he lifts me from the couch and back into his arms.

“I do need a shower. Are you still going to fuck me in the shower?” I ask with feigned innocence.

“I’m for sure going to fuck you outside to punish you for making such a mess all over the place.”

The warm breeze caresses my naked skin as he marches toward the outdoor shower with my body wrapped around his. Each time I’m with Bryce he forces me to move past my sexual boundaries in ways I never thought possible.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he says, as he moves us closer to the shower wall before wrapping his hand around my neck, forcing the back of my head to touch the wall. The pressure of his grip tightens with each thrust as he pounds me. The feeling of being nearly shocked as he slides his penis in and out of me is surreal and the intensity of the moment nearly makes me yell, but he places his hands over my mouth.

“Shhhh, baby, we don’t want the neighbors to know I fuck you at night in my backyard.”

He keeps his promise and fucks me so hard that I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to recover. Since I’m in an awkward position and there’s nothing I can do to force him to come faster, I have to submit myself to his carnal hunger.

Once he lets go of my throat, I yank myself closer to him and whisper in his ear, “I bet you’re too tired to make me come twice in such a short period of time.”

He takes my dare as a personal offense as he intensifies each one of his thrusts. He works the swinging motion of his hips with force until I feel him digging his hands into my ass as he climaxes. To my surprise, I also come a second time as he tightens his grip.

“Aaaah, you made me come twice,” I gasp, my heart still pounding violently inside my chest.

“Oh, God, your pussy is so good,” he moans with near exhaustion.

“Seriously, I can’t believe you made me come twice. I didn’t expect it at all,” I say, genuinely impressed by his sexual abilities. 

“For the record, don’t challenge me or else you’ll get it. Had you defied me to make you come four times, I would have, Sofia.” His serious face makes it clear that he could have made me come all night long.

Chapter 6

The three days in Bermuda with Bryce were like a dream. The only problem is that he pays me when we get back to New York. I say
problem
because I’m confused as to where I stand with him. On one hand he gets so upset at the thought of Todd booking me with other clients, but at the same time he keeps booking me and paying for my services. I’m sure he knows I really need this money, but it’s a bit of a contradiction given that he’s confessed to having fallen for me.