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“That’s a good guess, sweetheart,” he rumbled, eyes slipping to the paper again. “But I’m gonna say it’s jai alai and not cricket.”
My brows crinkled.
“Jai alai? What’s that?”
He chuckled deep in his throat before placing a gentle kiss on my nose. “It’s a game they play in Pakistan and India a lot, and you often see it as the answer to crossword puzzle clues. You’ll see,” he added mysteriously. “After doing a ton of these things, you get into a rhythm and certain words turn up a lot like “aloe” and “Bowie.””
“Aloe?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Bowie, like David Bowie? Really?”
Trent shot me a knowing grin.
“Yep, aloe. And yes, like David Bowie. You’ll see, pretty girl, mark my words.”
So we went through the first crossword together clue by clue, me on his lap as he read the hints out loud. It was slow going, and I had no idea about most of the answers as Trent filled in the vast majority of the puzzle. But we’ve kept doing them together over the last month, and the alpha male’s instilled a sense of confidence in me. Although I’m nowhere near as good as Trent, these days I can get at least thirty percent of the answers, and delight when one of my words is actually right.
“Bo Derek,” I said proudly. “She’s the one who was in Perfect Ten.”
Trent grinned at me over his glasses before filling in the boxes with his pen.
“Sweetheart, that’s absolutely right,” he rumbled. “And the movie was 10, not Perfect Ten.”
I shrieked with laughter as he dragged me onto his lap again, kissing my cleavage as I struggled in his grasp.
“Well, I’m not as old as you, so I don’t know the names of these ancient movies,” I said with a saucy lilt. “You know you’re ancient, right?”
A gleam flashed in those penetrating blue eyes.
“Oh I’ll show you ancient,” Trent growled, biting my nipple through my thin shirt and making me gasp. “You’re gonna see what this old bugger can do.”
As to be expected, our crossword puzzle devolved into another hot round of sex, his cock buried tight in my tiny pussy as I mewled and squealed, taking every inch of that thick pole.
“Oh just like that!” was my delighted gasp as he filled me up, boobies bobbling as that thick fuckshaft made its entrance once more. “Right there, unnh yeah, right there.”
But this time, Trent wasn’t just sticking to my pussy. He flipped me around so that I was on my hands and knees and eased his length into my cunt again.
“You like that?” he rasped as I moaned rapturously, burying my face in the pillows. “You like getting Daddy’s dick into your cunt?”
I squealed as he pushed even deeper, his tip reaching almost to the back of my throat.
“Say you like it,” he commanded harshly. “Tell me you want it.”
I let go then, my cunt clamping down on his dick as it dissolved into a series of tremors, ecstasy flowing over my soul.
“I want it!” I cried out, face a rictus of pleasure. “Oh god, yes, Trent! Give it to me!”
And with that, the man exploded, filling me with hot jets of seed as my pussy milked him hard. Spurt after spurt of virile semen sprayed my pink channel, the spasms of my cunt drawing that baby batter even deeper inside.
“Yes,” was my breathless moan, breasts squashed against the mattress as he drained his balls into my twitching twat. “Yes, just like that.”
But Trent always has a surprise for me because after it was over, he slowly pulled out, inch after inch of that glorious monster reappearing between my cheeks. He’d filled me with so much cum that a bit welled up from my hole and slid down my thigh, making me shiver. But Trent was on it. The dark man bent his head and licked the tangy rivulet, swallowing his own sperm.
“Cream pie always tastes good,” he rasped hoarsely. “Especially when it’s hot and fresh from a woman’s cunt.”
I shivered again, about to say something, but what the billionaire did next made me shriek. Because he trailed his mouth up to my anus and pressed a kiss there before rubbing my pleats with his hand.
“What are you doing?” I squealed, trying to get away. “Stop, stop! It’s dirty there.”
But Trent merely dropped his head, pressing another kiss to my dark hole.
“No part of you is dirty,” he rasped hoarsely. “Every single inch of you tastes good, sweetheart.”
And with that, I melted under his caresses as that big dick worked its way into my tiny asshole. Because the billionaire does that to me. I know we’re not a couple. I know at some level that he’s just paying me for some temporary hot fun. But at the same time, it feels like there’s so much more at play. He makes me feel sexy, beautiful, and confident, not just about my body, but with respect to my mind too. So how can I not fall in love? How can I resist the magnificence that’s Trent Jones? Even though I know I’m going to be hurt, it’s already too late … because I’m head over heels in love with the alpha male, and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it.
