Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

Warning: sex scene ahead, read at your own expense. Those below eighteen , shoo away. 

"Andrew," Maggie cried out for more. Andrew was not even pleasing her, just tentatively touching her as if he was on an exploration. Inside her cage? 

"Why?" he smirked deviously at her, "You want it that badly?" 

But Maggie didn't say anything, she simply bit her lower lip, trying to brace her tingling nerves. 

"Answer me!" Andrew retorted, sliding his finger across her fold and causing her to gasp from the sensation. 

"Yes!" Maggie had no choice but to reply to him. Right now she needed him right inside of her and that was the one thing he was denying her. 

Andrew smiled in satisfaction. Sure, he was going to love her like crazy tonight but he was not going to make it easy on her. She left him for five years and hid her feelings from him, letting him suffer all by himself. He was going to return all the favor to her tonight. He would love her to the extent she would never have any desire for any other man than him. He would be the drug that she's addicted to. 

"Good," He said and began to move his finger inside of her at a slow pace. Maggie hummed in fulfillment, throwing her head back against the door. 

His lips found her ear, "How badly do you want me?" he asked, still rubbing her. 

Maggie tried to talk but she could barely coordinate her words as he continued to tease her. 

"B-badly," She managed to gasp out, her legs badly shaking but his other words were there to anchor him. 

"Good," Andrew muttered, satisfied. 

Then his fingers began to move faster against her, stroking just the way she wanted and Maggie screamed, her fingers grabbing Andrew's shoulders tight. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as the pleasure built inside of her with her gasping for air as it overwhelmed her. 

Her reaction pleased Andrew and he increased his pace. He had dreamt of this scene a couple of times - Maggie in his arms as he pleased her - and it finally came true. She was his tonight. 

A cry erupted from Maggie's lips as an organism breaks free and she falls limp on Andrew's body, panting as if she had just run a marathon. She couldn't explain what just happened, however, she felt liberated, not to mention the fact, she liked this. 

Maggie glanced down to discover that Andrew's hands were reaching for his pants and that was when it hit her that he had satisfied her at his own expense and she pushed off him saying,

 "Let me," 

He nodded and she got down on her knees, tugging on his pants and that action made Andrew's breath hitched in anticipation. 

She pulled down his pants, letting it fall in a heap around his ankles, and then worked on his underwear, pulling it down as his hard staff sprang out and ready for action. 

Maggie took a deep breath, he was quite long and she wondered how deep he could go inside of her. Would she even be able to take him? However, she pushed the thought to the back of her head and focused it on his member right in front of her. 

There were already beads of his wetness on his tip and she salivated, staring at him like a full course meal set before her to consume. Maggie firstly held him in her palm tentatively and Andrew hissed out, his gaze clouded. She then ran her hand up and down the length of him and he groaned, the sound motivating her. 

Maggie lowered her head and tasted him, the salty, liquid registering in her head before she sucked him. 

Andrew cursed out and she sucked him as hard as she could while he braced himself, his hand against the door. Then she began to take him further into her mouth until she's full with him, almost choking. 

But then something happened, just as Andrew's hands came to clutch her hair, Maggie found herself on that night - the night she gave Fernandez a blow job right before she killed him. 

Maggie screamed but the sound was muffled with him inside her mouth and she trembled. Andrew on the other hand was oblivious to her reaction, he was carried away by the ecstasy she was unleashing on him. The more Maggie tried to scream, the more her cheeks slapped against his member, and her grip on him tightened while the man before her groaned in pleasure with no clue what was happening. 

However, his moan broke her reverie and she somehow returned to the presence. Maggie forced herself to recognize that this was Andrew, the man she liked and not Fernandez, the man who ruined her. She had to end this trauma, she realized, before it haunted her forever. 

So she let go of her hand on him and instead placed both hands on his hips, drawing him closer before thrusting in and out with her mouth as if she was f***ing him. 

Andrew threw his head back, panting like a moose in winter, his breath deep and fast. He grabbed her hair and pushed her to take him deeper and deeper and deeper till he was about to explode. 

"God, I can't take it anymore!" His voice was a mangled growl and he tried to pull Maggie away so he wouldn't release inside her mouth, but the girl stubbornly went in for another hard suck and that did it. 

Andrew groaned, his face distorted in bliss, and glanced down on time to see Maggie swallowing everything she milked off him. She smirked, then ran her tongue across her lower lips to lick off the rest that had spilled down; she couldn't let any of it go to waste. 

His breathing hitched, that was the most erotic thing he had ever seen a woman do and his flaccid member stirred to life like a soldier always ready for duty. He couldn't take it anymore, he must seek her heat now. 

Andrew slammed his lips down on her with a force that knocked the breath out of her lungs. He kissed the top of her lips, the bottom of her lips, and then grazed his tongue between her lips while grinding against her. Maggie moaned, clutching a fistful of his hair and pulling tight at it. 

He moaned, his hand already going to her back to pull off the rest of her clothes over her head while she did the same to his shirt, having stepped out of his pants around his legs. Their lips found each other again, their hands roaming one another's body and they were as naked as the day they were born. 

Andrew carried her off her feet with their lips still fused and stopped right in at the front of his desk, bending her over it. Maggie gulped, filled with anticipation and desire of what was to come while Andrew was exhilarated at the sight of her bottom pointed up to him. 

He spanked her on her ass cheek and she whimpered, biting the inside of her cheeks, the pain heightening her arousal. A shiver ran through her when she felt her arousal against her entrance. However, she gasped as he rubbed his tip up and down her fold. The feeling was ecstatic and her insides clenched. 

Maggie grabbed the edge of the desk bracing herself for the inevitable invasion. Andrew growled, his voice was thick and gruff with desire as he plunged his member into her. 

She gasped, then screamed as he continued to push inside of her. Maggie was obviously not a virgin but it seemed like Andrew was trying to tear her apart from the inside. Her body trembled around him while stretching to accommodate him, and it didn't help matters that she went celibate for a few years. 

"Just a bit more," Andrew groaned out as he finally sheathed to the hilt. 

Maggie's death grip on the desk loosened as her body got used to him. He was quite long and she could feel him to her very entrails.

Finally, Andrew began to move but he gave her three shoves before pulling out completely. Maggie moaned yet was unsatisfied by his action and turned to see what he was doing when he slammed into her with a powerful thrust that locked the breath out of her lungs. 

Maggie gave a cry and shudder of delight as she felt him penetrate her womb. She could only brace herself against the desk as he began to pound into her with fervor. 

"Yes… that is… Ahh! Oh my God!... Andrew!" Maggie could only scream out as he pounded into her.

Andrew's teeth were gritted while his arms held onto her waist facilitating the movements of his hips as he slammed into her like a mad beast over and over and over and over again till she exploded. 

He still didn't give up and continued his merciless thrust until he found his own release and with a growl, spent into her. Andrew leaned over her, relishing the heavenly pressures of her c**t. 

"Did we make a baby?" she asked when she finally found her voice.

Andrew smiled at her, "Sadly, we have to confirm with more than one session,"