The Billionaire's Fake Date

chapter 4

Kathy...

"He pinned me back down on the mattress and began to kiss me again. His kisses were sloppy and urgent as his other hand began to squeeze my breasts. In a swift motion, he undid my bra and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue drew little circles around my n****e and I gasped out loud.

I felt a like breathless, mewling mess under his touch. Not wanting to wait anymore, I began to tug at the waistband of his boxers. But he shook his head, pulling my hand away from him. Dylan then gripped my wrists tightly and pinned my hands down.

"Not yet," he said, before dipping his head between my legs.

I let out a low groan as I felt him kiss the inside of my thighs before swiftly moving my underwear to the side and diving straight in. I couldn't control my moans. His pace and technique were perfect, and very soon, he was pushing me over the edge.

"f**k," I cursed loudly. "That feels so good."

Right before I could reach c****x, he stopped abruptly and began to roll off me.

"What?" I said with droopy eyelids, intoxicated by my desire. My need for release.

"Come." To my surprise, he pulled me up by my hand and brought me over to his window. I looked at him with a confused expression.

"Don't you like the view?" he asked.

From his window, we could see the New York skyline. In the darkness of the night, the city was illuminated, even at this late hour.

"I do," I finally let out, trying to ignore the needy ache between my legs.

Before I could say another word, he bent me over the windowsill and gripped the sides of my waist tightly. I responded by grinding back into him, feeling his hardness against me.

"I want to f**k you with a view," he said before thrusting into me finally.

I let out a loud moan as I adjusted to his girth. He had filled me up completely, stretching me to accommodate his size. God, it felt so f*****g good I immediately began to tremble.

Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of me. This angle felt amazing, and I felt like I was about to come already.

"I want you to tell me you want this," he demanded in an urgent voice, as he began to increase his pace.

"I want it," I panted, barely able to string together a fully coherent sentence.

"No, try again," he urged, gripping my sides even harder.

He was speaking to me in such a domineering way, I felt he could make me come just by his voice alone. It was what piqued my interest, after all, when he'd spoken to me in his low voice back at the bar.

"I want it, Dylan," I moaned his name.

It seemed to do the trick. He began to thrust harder and I felt my legs shake from the intensity of what he was doing to me. Our ruin didn't take long after that. Soon, he pulled out of me and spilled his entire load on my back. We came at the same exact time.

"God, that was amazing," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

He smirked at me before sitting me down on the edge of his bed again. "Let's get you cleaned up."

Kathy

I woke up the next morning, still entangled in the arms of the handsome man I had spent the night with. He stirred in his sleep as I slowly got out of his grasp and reached for my phone to check the time.

"Damn it," I cursed under my breath. It was already 7 A.M. and I had to show up for my first day at work in two hours.

I began to tip-toe out of his room, careful not to make any noise that would wake him up. Last night was fun, but I wasn't sure whether it would be the same in the harsh light of day. We hadn't exchanged numbers, and maybe that was for the best. I gathered all my discarded clothes from the night before and quickly got dressed. Luckily for me, his apartment had mirrors everywhere. I caught my reflection in one of them and groaned at the sight.

I was a total mess and my head pounded from my hangover. I ran my hands through my hair to smooth it out so I wouldn't look completely unpresentable when I walked out of his place.

The window where he'd f****d me caught my eye and I paused. Now that the sun was out, the view from his apartment looked even better. Given how ridiculous the rent was in New York, I could guess that this guy was probably very wealthy. I couldn't afford a place like this even if I had double, triple the salary I currently earned.