The Billionaire's Deal Page 3

  The best parts of her diary, however, were the entries where she wrote little narrations of sex.

  For the most part, she kept on writing snippets of her having sex with me. It was interesting to read the bits where she imagined what my cock was like.

  Fuck. I really want to see the look on her face when she gets to see my cock for real. I planned to smack it on her face before thrusting it in deep down her mouth and throat. While she gags on it I’ll play with her little clit and make her cum before I even shove my cock in her pussy and fuck her ‘till she screams like a slut begging for more.

  “Let’s make those fantasies come true…” I whispered.

  My mind was already swirling with different ideas of what I could do to her. “This is going to be a very interesting business deal.”

  I slid the notebook into my back pocket and then headed back inside the office. For the rest of the day I paid little attention to the book of fantasies but once all the work was done I had nothing left to do but log online and search for Cherry Vergara on multiple social media sites.

  She had a ton of them. A Facebook account, a Twitter account, and an Instagram account. She even had her own YouTube channel where she posted vlogs about her daily activities. I watched the vlogs and just admired her talking without concentrating on what she was really saying. Stalking her on social media only put more fire to the wood on my determination to get her.

  “Kinky little kitten, let daddy make all your dreams come true,” I said to myself.

  4

  Dylan

  The next afternoon I was getting ready to leave work when I decided it was time to experiment with my discovery.

  Yes. I wanted Cherry. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. And obviously, she wanted me, too. That was the best part.

  I was giddy with excitement and I didn’t let anyone in my office that afternoon so I could just masturbate while thinking of her luscious figure and the way her tits bounced when she walked. Now it was time to give her a call.

  “Hello, Ms. Vergara?” I tried to sound as professional as I could.

  It took her a moment to realize it was me and I once again got hard when I heard her voice.

  “Yes, Mr. Bernard?”

  “I’ve been thinking about how I treated you last time we met,” I told her. “I was hoping I could make up for my rude attitude and behavior and treat you out later tonight.”

  Suddenly her voice chirped up with excitement, “Oh, I appreciate it. Hum, around what time though?”

  “How about seven o’clock this evening?” I asked. “I’ll make sure to give you some of the remaining documents you and your father need too and after that, we don’t need to talk about work for the rest of the night. I promise.”

  “Thank you,” she sounded both nervous and mirthful at the same time.

  “I’ll see you then. Oh, wait! Where are we going? What kind of clothes do I need to wear?”

  “How about we head to Mercury Wild?” I suggested. “I’m friends with the Trevor Wild, the owner of the club, and I know you’re acquainted with him and his wife too. Your dad helped finance the place after all.”

  She sounded okay with that, “Sure. I’ll see you at seven then.”

  I ended the call and nearly leaped in triumph.

  I had her now. That little kinky slut was mine.

  Well, almost.

  It had been so long since I last felt the touch of a woman and I was going to fill in the gap by screwing her pussy hard and fast.

  There was still some work left to do though. Fortunately, my company had a lot of talented people who could handle the work for me.

  I did have one client who insisted I work with him directly so that one I couldn’t hand off to one of my employees. It was Mr. Chan and he was one of the key advisors to my friend Preston Maxwell and his wife, Lyla. Preston dealt in business acquisitions and was also a friend of Trevor and Jasmine Wild.

  Once my meeting with Mr. Chan was done, I quickly drove back home to my manor by the beach. I changed into a pair of jeans and a fit black shirt – I wanted Cherry to get a better look at my muscles this time around. Maybe the sight of my physique would already make her wet.

  I drove over to her place and rang the doorbell. I checked my watch and was pleased to see I was five minutes early.

  The door opened and I felt the wind get knocked out of me when I saw her in her evening attire.

  She was so fucking hot.

  Cherry wore a dark green mini dress. It was really short, letting me get a good glimpse of her smoking hot legs and the neckline was really low so I had a good view of her cleavage. She had big tits too so the view was awesome. I then discovered it was also backless so now I had an idea of just how sexy she would look when I get to fuck her doggy-style. She was so hot it was driving me insane!

  “Good evening, Mr. Bernard,” she finally greeted with a sweet smile.

  “Please, call me Dylan,” I insisted as I took her hand and helped her to my car. “You look really lovely tonight.”

  She blushed. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen.

  We got into the car and began our drive over to Mercury Wild, the best bar and restaurant in town. It was mostly a bustling place for drinks and live bands but on the weekends they cleared out the center area and turned the place into a dance club. It can get pretty wild in there at times. I was hoping for that level of wildness tonight.

  When we got there, the place was exploding with life. It was so crowded I worried that we wouldn’t get a good spot. Fortunately, I found Brayton, one of the guys working there. He told me there was still one VIP table up on the second floor and it had a good view of the dance floor.

  Even with people dancing I was pleased to see a live band performing. It was engrossing to just be there. It was like my libido was jacked up to the highest setting without having to drink anything.

  Cherry was a little shy but she did come along as we were led to our table. She was going to sit across me but I urged for her to sit beside me instead. I noticed that she bit down on her lip when she scooted over.

  “I’ll have a bottle of vodka, the Artemis please,” I ordered. Brayton took note and I then turned to Cherry and asked, “Is vodka fine with you?”

  “Definitely,” she answered. “I want something a little hard.”

  Oh fuck. The way she said hard was so seductive it was getting me hard too.

  I then turned back to Brayton, “Two glasses for that please and some ice.”

  “Sure thing Mr. Bernard,” he answered. “Should I let your friends know you’re here? Mr. Wessic and Mr. Horndale are here but they’re down on the first floor.”

  I shook my head, “Not this time, Brayton. I appreciate it though.”

  The bartender nodded and then left to fetch our drinks at the first-floor bar. As soon as he was gone I turned to Cherry and said, “First off, I want to talk business and I promise this is the only time we’ll do so.”

  “That’s fine with me,” she answered. “As far as I’m concerned, I think we’re good to go. We can seal the deal. I sent my father a PDF copy of the documents you gave me and it looks like everyone on the board likes this transaction.”

  “Good,” I told her. “I’ll lock it in then and we never have to talk about business again until your father arrives to sign the transfer of the title and exchange of money.”

  She nodded cheerfully. Brayton came back with our drinks. He poured us both a glass of iced vodka before he nodded, took our payment and moved on to the next table of customers.

  I took a sip. It was a little strong but I really loved the taste of this brand. When Cherry gave it a taste she was instantly knocked back a little.

  “Woah, that’s strong,” she commented.

  Even then she still took another sip of it. I could see her cheeks flushing red and it was amusing to see such a petite little hot thing struggle with a good drink.

  “But good, huh?”

  She nodded and said, “
Thank you for taking me out. I was getting a little bored at home.”

  Was she bored enough to start fantasizing about me again? My mind was starting to wonder. It’s also weird that she hadn’t noticed that her notebook was gone.

  I couldn’t help but flash a wicked grin and then ask, “What do you do when you’re bored?”

  “I just do what everybody else does: I get online,” she answered nonchalantly. “It’s the only way I get to talk to my friends nowadays. They’re all out of the country now, working elsewhere. I’m the only one who decided to stay and work right here.”

  “Why did you decide to stay here?” I kept on prodding. I wanted to know every little bit of her. “You’re beautiful and smart. I’m sure there were opportunities elsewhere for you. Why didn’t you get into modeling or something?”

  Of course, I knew that Cherry wasn’t a model or an actress. I did my research before we met tonight. Despite that, she would make a good magazine model. She had this natural allure to her that would get men hard. Even fully clothed she looked like a vixen ready to prowl on the bed. My mind was racing with so many ideas of what I could do to her. Maybe I’d pluck some ideas from her notebook.

  She laughed at that and replied, “Modeling? Me? I don’t think I have the guts to do that. But I did get offers here and there, you know? Especially after my dad and I hit a few home runs with our investments. I just thought I was better off here. This is my home. I belong here. All my dreams and aspirations are right here.”

  Cherry looked so gorgeous and sincere as she explained. At the same time, she just managed to walk right where I wanted her to.

  I finished off a shot of vodka just to summon the courage. I thought about my next line and took yet another shot before I finally managed to pull out the notebook and slam it down on the table. The look on her face was priceless.

  “You mean all of your dreams and aspirations are here,” I said as I pointed at her notebook. “Tell me, Cherry Vergara, would you let me make those fantasies come true?”

  5

  Cherry

  Everything happened so fast. Before I knew it I was sitting in Mercury Wild with Dylan and we were getting wasted on vodka. What’s even crazier was he had my notebook – where I noted down all the craziest fantasies I had about him.

  How the fuck did he get his hands on my notebook?

  When did it slip out of my pocket? Just how much of its content did he read?

  “H-huh?” I answered his question with nothing but a dumbfounded look on my face. I was starting to feel a little tipsy and I knew my face was flushing red. “How did you…”

  “Yes. I read it all, baby. Now I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he said so blatantly I thought this had to be a prank or something. But then he kept on staring back at me and I saw the wicked flames of lust burning in his eyes and I knew then he wasn’t kidding around.

  Fuck it. How worse could it get, right?

  “I want you to fuck me like a slut…” I answered weakly. I practically ate my words as I slurred and mumbled in my slightly drunken stupor. At least I hoped I was drunk enough to get away with such words.

  Dylan lifted my face up with his finger and stared deeply into my eyes as he said, “Say it again. Louder this time, if you will.”

  Oh, God. I was starting to panic. I could feel my heart thump faster. Adrenaline was surging through my veins. My right leg began to shake a bit from nervousness and I caught myself biting my lip.

  “I want you to fuck me like a slut,” I repeated for him, slightly louder than before.

  “Good, because that’s exactly what I’m planning to do. I want to fuck your brains out you tight little bitch, and I know you are gonna love it,” he suddenly said as he grabbed me and made me stand up. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to waste time when I could be spreading those legs and shoving my way into your cute little hole.”

  Oh my God, he was holding nothing back with his choice of words. I felt so dirty and turned on just hearing him speak this way!

  We rushed out and he got me into his car. I looked back at him, my dress slightly messed and my hair tangled.

  “I’m going to drive and as I do I want you to recite some of the things you wrote down,” he instructed me. “If you lie I’ll know. I read everything.”

  “Do I really have to?” Oh god, this was not happening. I never would have thought that my deepest secret would be revealed like this, by the man in my dreams. This was so embarrassing!

  “Do it,” he repeated and the harshness in his voice compelled me to just agree. He then stepped on the pedal and began driving.

  “I-I want you to fuck me while I wear a blindfold,” I began. I just stared out the windshield, afraid of what we might do if I turned to look at him. “I want you to have sex with me on a table, on a couch, in this car, on the floor and even in a theater.”

  I was gagging on my own words. I had to fight back the tears welling in my eyes. I was so freaking ashamed! Holy fuck, why in the world did he get my notebook?

  That was when I saw he pulled us into a small motel at the outskirts of town. He drove through the drive-in space to book a room and quickly got us a key. Before I knew it we were out of the car and walking into a small but decent enough motel room with a big king-sized bed.

  He kept the lights off but turned on the small lamp in the corner. With the dim light, I felt more comfortable but there was no doubt I was beginning to panic. I never had sex before and yet here I was basically throwing myself at him. But somehow, I was so excited, too. Were my fantasies about this hunky man going to become reality now?

  “Come here,” he commanded. Dylan was leaning on the door.

  I walked over, slowly but surely, until I was just inches away from him.

  “Now Cherry, I know that you have never done this before, and I promise you that I will make it a very special night for you. Just enjoy it, okay?” He looked at me, his gaze wandering as he studied me from head to toe, and suddenly, he pulled me in and smashed his lips against mine.

  Oh God, it felt so good! The moment his lips pressed on mine and I felt his hands crush me with his immense strength, I felt euphoric. Instantly I shut everything off in my head and allowed my emotions and the wild spin of the night take control.

  He kissed me further and not before long I felt his lips and playful tongue roam across my neck. I gasped when he nibbled down and sucked on my skin, making me arch my back further.

  Without a word, he slipped me out of my dress and tossed my bra to the floor. Exposed, it was my natural reaction to lift my hands and cover my breasts but he pulled them down. He then cupped my tits with his hands and gave a strong squeeze that made me gasp and moan in both shock and pleasure.

  Yet I really didn’t feel the intensity of the moment until he pushed me down on the bed and began devouring my breasts. I felt a surge of sensations course through my veins as he began to suckle on my nipples like they were just another piece of his meal.

  Then he began to go lower and lower until eventually, I felt his warm tongue slide its way to my pussy.

  “Oh Dylan…not there…” I murmured.

  My body jerked with surprise when I felt him lick my pussy for the first time. I moaned and though ashamed I pushed his face in closer. It just felt too good for him to stop.

  “Shaved clean,” he commented as soon as he got a taste of my flesh. “You dirty little girl. You’re always ready for a good licking and a good pounding. Let’s see how you take it.”

  I was about to ask what he meant when I looked down and saw Dylan undress. He tossed his shirt over to the couch and then unbuckled his belt. Quickly he threw it to the floor and then he slipped out of his jeans. For the first time, I got to see his cock as it dangled out between his legs.

  “Oh fuck,” I mumbled in shock when I saw the monstrosity of it.

  His cock was hard as a rock and it looked so big I feared what it would do to a pussy and body as petite as mine. It was so t
hick and long it was even bigger than I had seen in most male porn stars.

  “Oh fuck is right,” he answered as he got on top of me and spread my legs. He then took a moment to rub the very tip of his cock against the lips of my pussy. I was soaking wet with anticipation. “Beg for it, baby.”

  I paused to consider my situation, my legs spread wide and my body pinned under his. I bit my lip, looked at him with big puppy eyes and then said, “Please do it. Please, fuck me now!”

  I did not know if it was the lust in my heart or the swirl of alcohol in my system, but I begged for him to fuck me right then and there. Dylan Bernard was not one to back down and with my consent he thrust his cock in and penetrated through me, breaking my virginity in an instant.

  I had thought it would hurt. I thought my mind would shatter with the pain. To my utter surprise, however, it only felt good.

  Even with the sheer size of his cock, it felt intoxicatingly amazing as I felt his cock burrow in deep and part my inner walls. I was getting even wetter by the second and it was only after a while did I realize I was moaning out so loudly it was drowning everything else.

  He slammed his way in and plowed through my pussy with relentless fury. My body rocked back and forth and I even had to cover my mouth and bite my hand to keep myself from screaming in pure pleasure.

  This was what heaven was like. I loved it. I wanted more of it.

  “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked.

  “Oh Yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I begged and moaned for him to keep going and he fulfilled that wish. Before long I was the one on top and he kept on slapping my ass as I bounced up and down on his long and thick rod. Soon after he had me down, leaning over the edge of the bed, as he took me from behind.

  By the time the night was over and my head was a little clearer I was covered in sweat and cum. I couldn’t even remember when he spilled his seed on me but I did remember it tasted good. When we were done he even took a moment to just masturbate and spill even more cum on my face and chest.