A Billionaire's Mistake

37|Only You

A binder that's underneath the t-shirt catches my eye, and when I tug it out, I smile from ear to ear when I realize this is his business plan. He never stopped working on it. It looks mostly finished, so I wander out into the kitchen again and grab my mug of coffee, leaning over the counter to flip through the pages.

It's good.

Really good.

Great, even.

On every page, he put in an extraordinary amount of effort. Data charts, research, customer analysis, profit reports, it's all organized and completed. I feel stupid for blinking away tears, but I'm so damn proud of him. I still have so much to teach Lincoln, but creating this binder was the first step to him becoming a successful CEO. Once he understands his company, it's going to make the rest of my lessons so much easier.

"It's not finished yet," Lincoln says, causing me to jump out of my skin. I place my hand over my thumping heart, darting my eyes up to his. He's leaning against the bedroom's entryway with eyes searching mine for validation. He's nervous about what I think. Thankfully, he put on a pair of briefs, otherwise, I'd pounce on his big, burly body and fuck him again. After last night, my addiction to sex with him is now full-blown.

"Linc, it's good," I reply with a laugh. "Really fucking good. You did a great job."

"Really? You aren't just saying that?"

"Really. I'm impressed."

He walks into the kitchen, and his cock bounces in his briefs as he does. I watch with greedy eyes while he pops a coffee pod in for himself, and I'm trying to hold back these insane, teenage-like hormones coursing through me, but then his back muscles contract as he closes the lid on the Keurig, and I've got only one thing on my mind right now.

"Have I told you before that you look beautiful in my clothing?" he asks. I'm too horny to hear things like that, so I spin around to stare at the binder again, my back facing him. I can feel the heat from his body within seconds as he nears closer, and then his arms come around my waist, his large, tattooed hand sprawled on top of his t-shirt on me across my stomach. My breath hitches, and I whimper when his hard cock presses against my ass. "I know you, Sienna, and you had that look in your eye. Are you horny?"

I nod desperately as his hand drifts lower. "You know you can tell me if you want my cock, right? All you have to do is ask, baby, and I'll give it to you."

"Please," I beg.

"First I have to get you..." He sucks in a sharp breath when his fingers meet my soaking wet pussy. "Fuck. Never mind." I hear him slide his briefs off, and then he raises the t-shirt up on my body to expose my ass to him. "You've been thinking about me, haven't you?"

"All the time," I rasp, catching him off guard. I hear his breathing pick up speed. "All the fucking time, Linc."

"Well, luckily for you..." He slips a finger inside of me, gently coaxing me around my walls. My knees are buckling as I try to remain standing, his breath right in my ear. "I think about you all the time, too, Sienna, and I'm coming to find out after being with you that I am very fond of morning sex. Why didn't you stay in bed with me?"

A part of me knew this would happen when we woke up, so I refrain from telling him that I wanted to make sure my teeth were brushed, as that would probably kill the mood. "Maybe I wanted to fuck someplace else."

He chuckles against my skin, kissing up my neck. I shiver from the feeling. "In here? Right against this island?" Kicking his foot between my legs, he parts my thighs wider and presses down on my back to rest my chest on the island, my cheek on the counter so I can breathe. "Such a dirty fucking girl for me, Sienna. I love it."

I squirm underneath his grasp, begging him for more, and when his cock rubs against my entrance, the head circling my clit, I whimper, legs already shaking.

"Be quiet, Ms. Stone," he says sternly. "Aren't you the one concerned about someone finding out what I do to you behind closed doors?"

"Oh, god," I moan, more turned on than I've ever been.

"What would someone think if they were coming to deliver room service, only to hear you screaming my name from my cock shoved deep inside of you?" Then he enters inside of me, my pussy clenching around him from the feeling, one of those very screams coming out of my mouth from the pleasure. "Or, do you like the thought of someone watching?" He stops his movements, grabbing my breast with his free hand. "If someone burst in here, fuming and angry that we were being so loud, and saw you spread like this for me, how would that make you feel?"

"Good," I pant. "Linc, please."

"Would you want them to join? I think you'd like to have two people please you, Sienna. I think I'd like it, too. Seeing you get the pleasure you deserve." He starts his movements up again, growing harder with each thrust inside of me. His hand is still grasping my breast, thumbing my nipple after each stroke. "How would you want us?"

"Linc," I warn, my release coming all too quickly. It's building up with each dirty sentence. Every dirty word coming off of his tongue is going to push me over the edge.

"Would you want someone to eat your pussy while my cock fills you?"

"Lincoln," I cry.

"Or maybe someone could suck your nipples while you ride me. I know how sensitive those are for you, baby."

This man... The dirty thoughts he comes up with... They will be the death of me. I don't want him to win this time though. I want to dominate him, and in order to do that, I have to shove all of this pleasure to the side and force my orgasm to hold off.

"What if it was a girl that came in?" I ask. "What if she got jealous from the way you're pounding inside of me?"

He grunts, so I know I'm getting to him.

"Maybe I'd ask her to join so that you could get all the pleasure, Linc. Would you like that?"

"Oh, fuck yes," he seethes, picking up speed with his thrusts. They're harder and faster now, and I'm clutching onto the island for dear life.

"I'd suck on that huge cock of yours while she licked your balls, the both of us staring innocently up at you, waiting for you to shower us with your cum."

Lincoln smacks my ass with a loud crack, and when he feels my wetness crash onto him, he smacks it again, his thrusts so fucking strong that the dishes are rattling by the sink. He wraps my hair around his palm and brings my back up against his chest, his mouth against my ear from behind, breathing ragged. "Hypothetical situations, baby girl. I don't fucking share what's mine, and I'll be damned if anyone else gets my load other than you."

I'm still crying out from my earth-shattering orgasm, and finally, after three more thrusts, Lincoln stills and continues to pant heavily in my ear, kissing down my neck and rubbing up and down my sides to try and calm me down. My body feels like jello, or like I'm floating on a cloud, and it's all because of him.

"Only you," Lincoln pants. "Only you, baby."