Madam Billionaire

The next day she woke up to an empty bed. Again. Seemed like Matteo has always been an early riser. He was so much different from Antonio.

Antonio…

“Hey, how are you?” Matteo greeted Amara in his usual manner as she joins him for coffee.

He was watching the morning news when he shifted his view to Amara who looked fresh wearing her jeans and designer blouse. She screams wealth without even trying to. He looked at her, scanning her, not bothering to give her a simple endearment greeting but only his usual greeting which he has been giving her since their first meet.

So much different.

Amara thought to herself as she makes her cup of coffee.

“I’m fine, do you always wake up early?”

He said a simple yes and was to her side in a couple of steps.

“Something is bothering you? I was checking in with Leo and the security staff.” He said as he put his empty cup in the sink.

“Nothing important, I was thinking of…”

She didn’t get the chance to say what was on her mind when he pulled her in for his passionate kiss.

“I don’t like you flirting with other men.” He said when Matteo ended his kiss.

She was breathing heavily, her hand was still on his hard-muscled chest when she looks at him and thought he was surely different.

He was saying and acting to what he felt, she could feel his jealousy in his kiss, the possessiveness was making her feel as if he was liking her more than he lets out

They didn’t talk much, as he cupped her ass and crashed his lips to hers. Amara moaned and push her body flat to his, her arms snaked up to his neck and she kissed him back vigorously.

Definitely different. She quickly thought as her body was molded to his liking.

Meanwhile, on the other suite, Peter was having a hangover when he saw his naked body was wrapped under the sexy guard’s.

“Paolo, you need to…”

Peter felt him move and let him go from his grasps. He could feel the soreness of his body when he was getting out of bed.

He cursed on the inside when he saw his markings on the bathroom mirrors.

What the fuck did he do to me last night?

Peter wondered, trying his hardest to remember what happened after the sexy Italian guard took him back to their room on his shoulder.

He was drinking bottled water when Paolo entered the living area in just his black boxer briefs. Suddenly he needed to drink more water.

“How are you this morning?” Paolo asked in his cold and distant manner. Then Peter started to remember what exactly happened the night before.

Paolo was beyond pissed when he saw Peter kissing another man. And he had made sure that Peter would remember what Paolo did to him the next day.

“You could be more gentle,” Peter said trying to be his sassy self and failing miserably. Then he decided that he needed coffee to wake him up properly.

But Paolo took over the task as he gave Peter another bottled water and told him to sit. Peter did as he was told, feeling the need to do so. And it was a strange feeling as if he wanted to please the man standing in front of him.

What the…

They drink their coffee in silence, Paolo kept looking at him while Peter was starting to get an awkward feel.

“Come here,” Paolo finally called him to sit on his lap.

But Peter was stopped when he was to his front then Paolo lower his briefs down and started stroking his length. The sexy guard looks at him and said nothing while his hands move to caress his ass cheeks.

Peter moaned when he started licking him then taking him deeper. Then Paolo abruptly got up and kissed his delectable lips.

“Do not make me jealous. I will not tolerate others touching you. Do you still want me?”

He looked into his eyes while his hand was stroking Peter’s dick and his other hand holds his neck in a tight grip.

Peter moaned his yes, he was actually liking his jealous attitude. He was wanting the sexy man in front of him, he could feel his hard dick pressing his stomach and it was driving him crazy.

“Paolo, you… I want you. Please…”

“Go lay on the bed…”

Peter walked to the bedroom and lays his back onto the bed, and watches as Paolo stripped himself naked. His lower abs were taking all Peter’s attention making Paolo smirk at him.

“I was too rough on you last night,” Paolo whispered as he started kissing his love bites and handprint from his tight grip.

“I bruised easily,” Peter retorted as he arched his back and trailed his hand to Paolo’s sexy backside.

“I noticed, and I’m liking that fact,” Paolo whispered sexily in his ear while he grinds his dick to Peter’s.

“Are you still sore? I want you so bad right now.”

“Just use more lube, I want you too.” Peter couldn’t believe that he was actually wanting him knowing that he was still sore from last night.

“Maybe we should wait, I don’t want to hurt you again.” Paolo stroked their dicks in his hand, Peter was kissing him back harder when he felt that he was leaking precum.

“No… I want you now.” Peter wrapped his legs to his thighs making him curse as he pulled them even closer.

“You’re still sore.”

“Don’t be such a tease!” Peter was mad because, in the end, he was rejecting him. He tried to get away from Paolo thinking that he would jerk himself off in the shower because he was so fucking hard already and all he wants to do was to get away from the big oaf.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom, I’m taking care of myself.”

“Peter,” he wouldn’t let him go, as he caged the agitated assistant under him.

“Paolo.” He looked up at him, squinting his eyes in annoyance.

But then Peter quickly closes his eyes when Paolo reached out for some lube and started pleasuring the handsome and annoyed-looking assistant to his liking.

“Don’t be such a drama queen…” Paolo licked his ear and whispered sexily.

“… I really think you’re asking me to rough you…” he grips Peter’s length tighter and strokes it slowly. He was moaning in delight and nodded when Paolo told him to keep his hands above his head.

“I will take you whenever I wanted you to and I don’t want you to fuck yourself. That is if you still want my dick inside you.” Paolo bites the crook of his neck, then lowers his kisses down to his nipples and bite them after learning how much Peter likes nipple play last night.

Paolo sheathed himself and push slowly inside him, he cursed lowly when he felt the tightness.

Peter moaned and wrapped his legs to his backside making him slide deeper inside. Both men groaned in unison and Paolo kissed him with a rough passion that took Peter higher to ecstasy.

“Baby, you… I need to do this slowly…”

“No, harder… Paolo! you have to, I’m so fucking close, baby please!!”

And that made him lose it, he cursed again and roughly thrust harder and he takes it further as he stroked Peter’s length tighter and faster until he screams out his name when he climax, hard.

Paolo filled his condom minutes later after some more hard thrusts and Peter clenching tighter to his hard dick.

“You’re not seriously denying me to masturbate?” Peter rests his head on Paolo’s chest, calming himself down as they both relaxed from the intense orgasm earlier.

“Yes. But you can masturbate when I’m with you.” He said cockily and pulled the handsome assistant closer and gave his ass a light smack, making Peter sigh in content.

“I need to talk to Amara,” Peter said moments later. 

“Yes, we should take a quick shower then carry on with our day.”

But as you know with these two, there was no such thing as a quick shower. They did have a quick fuck, and a long shower before they were finally out of their suite an hour later.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.