Page 33 of Billionaire's Fantasy
“That’s okay. We all have bad days, I guess.”
“True. I am still sorry.” Picking up a slice of toast I gesture to her. “Pass me the jam.”
She reaches for the jam on her side of the table and gives it to me. Our fingers brush softly as she places the container in my outstretched hand, and I feel my heart rate speed in my chest.
I clear my throat before thanking her.
“You’re welcome,” she responds quietly before jumping from her seat. “See you at around seven?”
“Perfect. Have a good day Amber,” I reply, chewing on the piece of bread as I try to suppress the groan that escapes me at the sight of her long, toned legs as she strides away from me and back to her room.
Even with the jam, the bread now tastes stale. I have to admit to myself how much I enjoy her company.
I finish up my breakfast and head back to my room. I’m in my room, reading the book I have been trying to finish for the last couple of days. My mind starts to wander, and I start thinking about Amber. Her toned legs, her blonde hair, and the way her green eyes shimmer whenever she is excited or amused.
The memories of her in that tiny bikini she wore that time I saw her at the jacuzzi come to my mind. How even then, I already wanted to pull the fabric off her with my teeth. My cock twitches at the thought, and I know I should take care of it.
I start stroking myself through my jeans, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need to see her, touch her, taste her.
My hand moves under the waistband of my jeans, and I groan as I feel how hard I am. I close my eyes and imagine Amber’s lips around my cock.
In my fantasy, she knows just how to suck it. She’d be so good at it. I would have to grab onto her hair just so I could hold myself from spilling too quickly.
My hand moves faster as I picture her tongue swirling around the head. I can feel myself getting closer and closer.
But I don’t want to come yet. I want to savor this. I want to make it last.
So, I slow down, teasing myself with light strokes.
It’s torture, but it feels so good.
I open my eyes and look down at myself. I’m so fucking hard, and I know I need to cum.
I start stroking myself faster and harder, my hand slick with pre-cum. I can’t hold back anymore. I close my eyes and let myself go.
I explode, my cock pulsing as I come all over my hand and jeans. I slump back against the headboard, panting and sweaty.
That was fucking amazing.
I grab a tissue from the nightstand and clean myself up.
I catch my breath and try to calm down, but my mind keeps going back to Amber. I can’t stop thinking about her body, and the way it makes me feel. I know I should not be thinking these thoughts, but I can’t control them.
The guilt and shame still linger, and I know that what I did was wrong. I try to push the thoughts of Amber out of my head, but they keep creeping back in.
Exhausted from trying to convince myself otherwise, I groan and finally admit the truth.
I want this woman. I want her so badly, and I can’t wait to see her in the evening.
***
As I stand next to Amber, the bioluminescent waters of Laguna Grand are casting an eerie blue glow on her face. She’s an influencer, so I’m not surprised she’s marveling at such beauty.
In fact, I’m glad she is. She’s got an eye for capturing beautiful moments like this and sharing them with the world. I’m just happy to be experiencing it with her. Amber is wearing a white sundress that flows in the wind. It’s the perfect dress for this type of tour. Her hair is tied back in a loose braid, which is a relief, as I know how much she hates the humidity. Her face is lit up with excitement as we both take in the stunning scenery.
I, on the other hand, am wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a blue polo shirt. It’s not the most exciting outfit, but I’m more focused on enjoying the experience than trying to look good or pose for pictures.
The tour guide is explaining the science behind the bioluminescent waters, but I’m too lost in Amber’s beauty to pay much attention. I can see the excitement in her eyes as she snaps photos and takes videos to share with her followers.
