Mergers & Acquisitions: A MMF Bisexual Romance Read online

  “Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.” Her grin widens, and my eyes start to burn as I feel the magnetic attraction of the round swell of her breasts. Their curves under the fabric of her dress seem to call to me, and I feel my fingers twitching as the sudden urge to just reach for them and squeeze hard seems to overtake me. I have no idea what it is about her, but it’s driving me mad.

  “I can prove it,” I whisper, lowering my voice until it becomes just a whisper. I feel my heartbeat against my eardrums, my veins burning as boiling blood makes my muscles tense and my cock harden up.

  “Then prove it,” she smiles, uncrossing her legs and allowing me a brief glimpse of her inner thighs. My cock becomes as hard as a steel rod in a heartbeat and, whatever hint of rational thought still lived inside of me is now long gone.

  She wants me to take charge. She’s enticing me, trying to see how far I’ll go, tempting me to lose all control. And if that’s what she wants, that’s what she’ll get.

  I move across the seat, pressing my leg against hers, and look straight into her eyes.

  “You wanted a number? How does one trillion dollars sound?” The words feel like molten lead on my tongue, burning its way out of my mouth, but I don’t care. One trillion dollars would make this the biggest acquisition of all time. Getting enough liquidity to complete a transaction like this seems almost impossible, but right now, I recognize no limitations. Because, truth be told, I have none.

  “It sounds delicious,” she whispers, running her tongue between her lips, her eyes never leaving mine. “But I gotta wonder… Are you thinking with this…?” She taps two fingers softly on my forehead, and then her fingertips trail down to my neck and chest, making a straight line over my stomach. “Or with this?” she breathes out, taking her hand over my belt and curling her fingers around the hard shape hiding under my pants.

  I give her the only answer I can.

  “Does it even matter?”

  10

  Daphne

  “No, it doesn’t matter at all,” I reply, knowing that we’re not talking about money anymore. We’re talking about the unspoken demands of our bodies and, for that, I don’t want him thinking with his brain. Not at all. Although, I gotta say, his cock has been doing most of the thinking for him since that first meeting.

  His gaze falls from my eyes to my lips, and he starts leaning in slowly; he’s coming in for the kiss, ready to dazzle me as if I’m his high-school prom date, but I stop him. I lean back against the seat, almost lying down, and lift one leg, pressing my high heel against his chest and keeping him at bay.

  “Do you have what it takes?” I ask him again, using one hand to pull the hemline of my dress up. His eyes go even lower, his gaze on my inner thighs, and I feel him pressing the whole weight of his body against my foot. He’s dying to take me, and that’s exactly what I want from him.

  “I do,” he growls, his words like coiled springs, just as full of tension as his body is.

  “I don’t know, I really don’t,” I purr. “I’m not like other women, Lucas. I want the best. I need the best.” While I speak, I let my heel slide down his chest until it’s pressed between his thighs, his hard cock pushing back against my foot.

  “I am the best,” he growls again, swatting my foot away and moving so fast that his movements become a blur. Next thing I know he’s on top of me, his mouth so dangerously close to mine that I feel sparks flying from my lips and into his. His fingertips brush against the nape of my neck and then, tangling his fingers in my hair, he yanks hard and forces me to throw my head back.

  I gasp as he presses his lips against the skin on my neck, pulling at it between his teeth. His mouth hikes up the contour of my jaw, and then he brushes his tongue between my lips. We kiss then, pressing our mouths together so fiercely that I feel flames dancing up and down my spine; our tongues dance around one another in a frenzy, my hands on his back.

  Turning my fingers into claws I pull on his shirt, un-tucking it. His kiss grows fiercer and fiercer, and he places both his hands on my waist, a vicious hunger dictating every single movement of his body. Parting my legs, I lace them around his waist and pull him into me as I lie down across the seat; the hemline of my dress climbs up to my waist, and a growing wetness takes over my pussy as I feel his crotch pressed against mine.

  I sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my thong against the shape of his cock, and he responds with a harsh thrust. I gasp, pulling back from his kiss, and my skin prickles as I feel his thick mast pressing down on my pussy. God, he feels so huge! What is he hiding under his pants? A baseball bat?

  My fingers are trembling as I take them to his neck and start unbuttoning his shirt, my heart thumping fast as I reveal his chest. His pectorals are as hard as rock and, when I get to his abs, I can’t help but grin in surprise; deep grooves separate eight squares of pure muscle, all of them paving the way down into what seems like the biggest cock I’ve ever felt. For a billionaire, it seems that Lucas enjoys spending as much time inside a gym as he enjoys the boardroom.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Lucas suddenly breathes into my ear, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine, “that you won’t be able to stand once I’m done.”

  “I can’t wait for that…” I whisper right back at him, both my hands trailing down to his belt. I unbuckle it, my heart tightening inside my chest, and then pull his zipper down. His cock pushes hard against my knuckles, tenting his boxer briefs, and I realize that ‘big’ doesn’t quite describe it. Lucas must be at least twelve inches long, which makes it the biggest cock I’ve ever felt in my entire life. The thing is, does he know how to use it?

  Suddenly pulling back from me, he kneels between my legs and reaches with his hand for the intercom. “Stop the limo,” he simply says, his words leaving no room for debate.

  “Yes, sir,” the driver merely replies, no questions whatsoever, and I feel the car halting to a stop a few seconds afterward, the gentle purr of the engine fading away into nothingness.

  “Not hungry anymore?” I tease him, curling my fingers around his mast and squeezing it more harshly than I should.

  “Oh, I’m hungry.” There’s a dark edge to his eyes, his voice deeper than usual, and that just makes me wetter. The beast inside of him has been rattled enough, and now it’s ready to escape from its cage. “I’m hungry for you,” he continues, flattening the palm of his hand against my wet thong. I gasp as I feel his eager touch, my eyes never leaving his, and I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his hand.

  “Show me how hungry,” I demand of him, grabbing his wrist and taking his hand off of my pussy. Unblinking, I spread my legs wide and flick my thong to the side, showing him my pink inner lips. His eyes narrow at the sight and, as unbelievable as it sounds, his cock becomes even harder. “Is this what you’re hungry for?”

  He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out of it. Biting on my lower lip, I press two fingers over my clit and start rubbing myself, enjoying the way his whole body seems to tense up.

  “Is this what you’re hungry for?” I repeat, both his hands going for my inner thighs. Lying down on the seat, he forces me to spread my legs even wider and takes his head to between my thighs. Grabbing at my thong, he tugs on it harshly, pulling it down my legs.

  “Yes,” he simply growls, the sound coming from the back of his throat. Without a word more, he dives into me, wrapping his lips tight around my clit. I let out a moan as I feel his tongue jabbing at me, electric sparks darting up my spine, and I grab his hair by instinct.

  Thrusting upward, I rub my pussy against his mouth, my body controlled by a sudden wildness. Lucas flicks his tongue at my clit with the expertise of a man who knows his way around a woman’s body, and it doesn’t take him long to move down to my drenched pussy lips. Running his tongue up and down the length of my pussy, he jabs at my insides eagerly and then, opening his mouth wide, he sucks on me as if my pussy was the most delicious thing in the word.

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bsp; Focused back on my clit, his lips wrapped around it, he then brushes his index finger against my inner lips. He moves it up and down, up and down, slowly parting them; then, moving fast, he just slides his finger deep inside of me, curling it upward until his fingertip meets my G-spot. The moment I feel the pressure of his finger against that hidden spot inside of me I let my moans turn into one high-pitched scream, my inner walls tightening.

  “You weren’t lying…” I pant, struggling to get the words out and the air in. “You were really hungry…” I laugh, still grabbing at his hair and pushing him down against my pussy.

  Working on my clit and G-spot at the same time, he plays me like a true maestro, pulling at the strings of my body and making it burn in a delicious way. Raising my ass from the seat, I press my pussy hard against his mouth as I pull him into me, pleasure building inside me fast.

  I hiss through my gritted teeth as fire and electricity blend underneath my muscles, a perfect storm raging all the way up my spine before finally exploding inside my skull. My eyes roll in their orbits and fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, the whip of pleasure lashing out at me so violently that my screams scrape and bruise my throat on the way out.

  “So good,” I purr as my muscles start to relax, my ass back on the seat again. Slowly, he slides his finger out of my pussy and raises his head to look at me, his lips and chin glistening from my own fluids.

  “It gets better,” he says, crawling up my body until his lips are just a few inches away from mine. I feel the scent of my pussy on his breath and, unable to control myself, I close the distance between us and crush my mouth on his. Our tongues wrestle against each other, my fluids now coating my lips as well, and I feel lightheaded as the flavor of my own wetness inundates my mind.

  He takes his hands to my shoulders as he kisses me, his fingers pushing the straps down my arms and revealing the outer edges of my bra. Tugging viciously, he pushes the fabric of my dress until it’s all bunched up around my waist, and then he grabs both my breasts at the same time. My flesh molds to his fingers as he squeezes my tits, and my nipples become so hard that having a bra on is just too painful.

  Sitting up awkwardly, I give him enough space to take his hands to my back, and he doesn’t need me to explain to him what I want. He unclasps my bra with a quick flick of his fingers and, tugging fast, he yanks it off of my body. I take a deep breath as I feel my nipples finally free, but he gives me no pause; grabbing my right breast hard, he leans into me and clamps his lips around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth viciously.

  I grab his hair again, pushing him into me, as my breathing grows more ragged by the second. His tongue dances around my nipple in fast vicious circles, and the burning need to feel his cock starts taking over me. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I place my hands on his chest and push him back violently; his eyes widen in surprise, but I just keep on pushing until he’s laying down on the seat, much like I was before.

  Now sitting up, I kneel on the seat and go for his shoes, taking one at a time as fast as I can. Without pausing, I then lean into him and push his open shirt down his arms. He just grins, frozen in place as I undress him like a woman possessed. Hooking my fingers on the hem of his pants, I tug them down his legs and then let them fall to the floor, my heart feeling as tight as a fist as my eyes fall on the huge shape tenting his boxer briefs.

  “You can do more than just stare,” he tempts me, and I return his grin. Flattening the palm of my hand over his cock, I start rubbing him fast, almost too fast, and my insides burn up as I feel his length under my touch. Needing to feel him, skin-on-skin, I just pull his boxers down his legs.

  His cock springs free, pre-cum glistening on the tip, and my jaw hangs open before I even know what I’m doing. I mean, he has to be at least twelve-inches long, but now that I’m seeing it … well, let’s just say that there’s a difference between feeling it and seeing it. His cock looks so huge that I can’t help but doubt about the mechanics of the whole thing; is he even going to fit inside of me? It’s as thick as a coke can. Is it going to hurt? All questions to which I can’t wait to find an answer.

  Grabbing his cock, I start stroking him gently, measuring his whole length with each stroke of my hand. He sits up as I do it, reaching for my pussy once more, and he rubs my clit with two fingers at the same pace with which I stroke him.

  “I can’t wait,” he exhales sharply, sliding his finger inside of my pussy until it meets my G-spot again, “to have my cock inside of you.” His member throbs against the palm of my hand as he speaks, and I grit my teeth so hard that I’m actually surprised they haven’t shattered.

  “Then… what are you… waiting for…?” I manage to say between hard breaths, my hips moving unconsciously as he slides his finger in and out of me. Without a reply, he just takes his finger out of my pussy and grabs at my dress with one hand while, with the other, he pushes me back. I lie down and lift my ass by instinct, and he just pulls the dress down my legs.

  Now, both of us completely naked, my heart unleashes fire through my veins. I’m so wet right now that I feel my fluids dripping down my inner thighs and pooling on the expensive leather seat underneath me.

  Lucas climbs on top of me and I spread my legs wide, anxiety making my lungs work overtime. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he starts rubbing its fat head up and down the length of my wetness, teasing me mercilessly. Whenever I think that he’s finally going to thrust, he just pulls back and restarts that up and down movement, my hard breathing turning into a fast sequence of anxious moans.

  “Do it, do it,” I pant, burying my fingernails into his back so hard that I might draw blood.

  “Beg,” he simply whispers, holding his position, the tip of his cock between my pussy lips but going no further. Opening my eyes, I give him one hard stare and let a vicious grin take over my lips.

  “I never beg,” I tell him, my hands going down from his shoulder blades to his ass. My fingertips hike over the curve of his firm ass cheeks and then I pull him into me as hard as I can; surprised, he can’t fight back and so he simply thrusts.

  I let out a wild moan as I feel his thickness sliding all the way inside my pussy, his long inches destroying every single nerve ending on the way. His cock is so long and thick that I feel my inner walls stretching to their limit to accommodate him, a sensation I've never experienced before flooding me and driving me to the edge of madness.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” he breathes out against my ear; I open my mouth to respond, but my brain is so busy with processing the monstrous member inside my pussy right now that it simply can’t spare any processing power to formulate a sentence. As such, I simply moan once more, pleasure turning into sound as it rolls over my tongue.

  I gasp as he slides his cock out of me, and only so that he can thrust again. Pistoning into me steadily, he starts by building a rhythm. First, softly, and then moving so furiously that I feel as if my brain is on fire. Each time he thrusts it's as if molten lava is being poured into my pussy… but the kind of molten lava that unleashes ecstasy all over my body.

  It doesn’t take long; a few hard thrusts and that’s all it takes for my pussy to tighten up around his cock like a vice, his shaft buried deep inside me as a tidal wave of ecstasy sweeps over me. I let it drag me down to the depths of pleasure, arching my back and screaming so loud that my lungs feel like two balloons about to pop.

  “More… More… Please…!” I moan as he slides his cock out of my pussy, flames of lust dancing in his eyes.

  “Now look who’s begging,” he whispers, and I look at him completely shocked. He’s right; I’m begging for his cock and, you can trust me, that’s a first. I’ve never uttered the word please during sex.

  “I didn’t… I didn’t… Oh, just fuck me already,” I tell him, giving up entirely on any kind of pretense.

  “I can do that.” Grabbing me by the hips, he forces me to roll to the side so that I’m laying flat on my stomach. Then he lies on top of me and, with one han
d, he pushes his cock down my ass so that it fits right between my legs, his shaft pressed against my wet pussy lips. Angling himself, he pushes the tip of his cock between my drenched folds and then thrusts, his fingers buried in my ass cheeks.

  Pistoning hard, this time he doesn’t bother with building a rhythm. He just goes at a frantic pace right from the start, the coming and going motion of his cock obliterating every single rational thought that still floats inside my mind.

  “H-Harder,” I beg of him, and he responds by obliging, fucking me so hard that I almost pass out. My fingers turn into claws and I dig them into the expensive leather of the seats, pressing my forehead against it and moaning between gritted teeth. Jutting my ass back against Lucas, I try and match the fury of his thrusts, and that just makes me moan even louder than before.

  Pleasure makes my muscles tense up and, before I know it, even my throat is choking out my moans. I just exhale sharply, bracing myself for impact, and it happens before I even know where it came from. The orgasm just explodes inside of me, a ball of fire sending tendrils of flames all over my body.

  I scream so loud that the windows in the limo might shatter, but Lucas just keeps on thrusting furiously, his cock ravaging my pussy in a way that I didn’t think to be possible. Slowing down for a few seconds, he slides one forearm under my waist and, leaning back, he pulls me into him and makes me go on all fours.

  Propping myself up on my elbows, I start thrusting back against him, grinning as the sound of my ass cheeks slapping his thighs fill the whole limo. I keep going like that until I feel beads of sweat pooling on my forehead and, perhaps feeling the exhaustion taking over my body, Lucas grabs me by the hips and forces me to stop. Then, without a moment’s rest, he thrusts with as much strength as he has, slamming his body against mine almost too viciously.

  His cock buries itself so deep inside my pussy that I find the strength to scream again. Thrusting fast and hard, he allows one hand to go around my waist and, finding my clit, he presses down on it with his fingers. Stroking it as he fucks me, he drives me all the way up pleasure’s lane, ecstasy crackling under my skin and scorching my brain.