A Daughter for the Eccentric Billionaire (3 page)

Bruce held her tight like a man needing his
woman to rely on his support. Her breasts pressed into him. Their
bodies sealed together perfectly.

There was no hesitation in his tongue. He
rolled his tongue around hers, licking leisurely, and occasionally
groaning deep within her throat. Soon his kiss became passionate.
He devoured her, tasting her with hungry greed until he finally bit
her tongue and sucked it into his mouth. Then as soon as his kiss
became feverish, he left her lips, kissing along her jaw then down
her neck before licking her clavicle along the painted bra shoulder
strap. He hummed, brushed his mouth on her wet skin and licking
again. When he released her, he drew his tongue over his glistening
lips while he stared at her.

“You’re full of surprises, Camille. You
taste like licorice.”

“Right here,” she drew on a dark swirl on
her areola that circled up to her nipple, “is black liquorish,” and
then she continued along where her skin turned red to point to her
tight nub, “and this is my favorite candy right here.”

He smiled, and if she looked anything like
him, smudged red lipstick streaked around her mouth. The evidence
they had just passionately kissed stained their skin, and he
obviously had no intention of wiping away her mark on him. Because
he stared at her without letting any distractions of noisy sex from
the room steal his attention, she once again applied more wine
tinted lipstick with slow care. As she hoped, he was glued to her
lips, and she was sure it was because he was aware of what she was
about to do.

And in that moment she knew she had him,
because he was looking at her the way he used to gaze at her mom,
like he was mentally laying over her and between her legs while
enjoying their wild sex. She loved how sexual he was. The man
worshiped sex, and at that moment, her.

“You taste good, Bruce, but I’d like to
swallow to make sure.”

By the simple caress of running her hands
down his stomach and happy trail, he shivered. The lower she
explored with her fingertips, the closer he leaned toward her.
Bruce clearly wanted her hands all over his exposed dick, but he
still said in warning, “Be certain this is what you want, Camille,
because men like me quickly decide to pursue what they can’t
have—
or shouldn’t
.”

“I’m positive; this is what I came for.” She
leaned toward him, and leisurely brushed her nipples along his
chest while slowly swaying to music that filled the foyer before
skimming them back to the center.

“You didn’t come here to fuck a bunch of
men?”

“Just you.” Her answer pleased him. He
suppressed a smile, and diverted his attention to watch her
unhurriedly glide her red, tight nub along his chest, passing her
nipple over his. The crossing motion flicked her, and because she
enjoyed it thoroughly, she did it again.

Then she moved lower before kissing her way
south, leaving behind red lips. She kissed along his lean abs, and
applied more lipstick when her marks faded to pink—all the while
Bruce watched, memorized by her mouth and exposed yet concealed
breasts. She could see in his fiery dark eyes he wanted to see the
true shade of her tits, and feel how tight her risen nipple fit in
his mouth, but he’d have to wait.

With bold confidence, knowing his cock
belonged to her, she brushed her fingers down his length before
grasping his twitching shaft. He stiffened again, but this time he
became ridged from pleasure. She stroked his girth, as he watched
her mouth inch closer to his head. With her fingers, she began to
blend the many shades of red. For a tease, she then licked the end
of decorated cock in one wet, light lick. Then she gave his length
another stoke while she used his head to rub in the red lipstick
that coated his cock onto her lips.

She licked his tip again, wanting him to
follow her tongue. She drew her wet tongue along his shaft,
following her hand as she continued to blend the reds together.
While on her knees and waiting for his demands, she brought her
closed mouth back up to his end and circled her lips around the
small opening of his cock. His pre-cum leaked out of his slit and
wet her lips like a gloss, yet she waited for him to tell her to
begin.

She refused to tell him what she wanted.
He’d eventually demand to have her. But she showed her eagerness by
slipping a finger between her legs and began to rub her clit. She
nibbled up and down his girth, and stroked her clit with her knees
open wide. She glanced up to make sure he was watching her touch
herself.

“I’m so wet for your cock right now,” she
spoke against the hot flesh of his shaft, licked his length again,
and then smiled when the light brushing made him shiver.

“Can I taste?” he asked, but there was
hesitance in his voice.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She slipped two
fingers inside her core, rolled them around in unison with her
tongue flicking the ridge of his cock, and then lifted them to his
mouth. He licked between her glistening fingertips, sucked them
into his mouth, and then groaned.

“You taste good too, Camille, but now I’m
curious if you’re sweeter after you cream.”

“I couldn’t say.” She rubbed his head on her
bottom lip, smearing it with lipstick and juice while she waited
for him to demand she suck his cock.

He became tenser with each swipe of his
dick. She tormented him with suspense with only light touch, but he
didn’t tell her to open her mouth and swallow his cock. For some
time Camille tickled his tip with her lips, but still he didn’t
demand to have her. She stroked lighter and less of his length,
hoping the caressing would drive him wild and needing more. But he
never begged for her hot, wet mouth around him. He suddenly
squeezed her shoulders and told her to stop.

“Not so much.” He quivered. “Before you got
here I’ve had hundreds of women kiss my cock. You’ll make me cum
before you even suck me.” She quickly released his cock. The last
thing she wanted was him to cum before slathering her lipstick all
over his dick and wiped away any evidence another woman had him
prior to her.“Go slow and suck lightly,” he
finally
instructed.

Camille opened wide enough that his girth
deeply penetrated her mouth with touching. When his head glided
down the back of her tongue, she closed her mouth, and immediately
sucked to compress every inch that fit inside. He cursed loudly,
and for a brief moment pinched his eyes shut. He was still
quivering when she drew back, letting her lips squeeze his shaft.
He gripped her hair when her sheathed teeth passed over the ridge
of his cock, but then he pulled to make her lips popped free. He
jolted with an obvious burst of pleasure. “You have a hot, little
mouth, Camille.”

“And you have a mouthwatering, generous
sized dick, dad.”

She looked at the smeared lipstick that
coated his sizable erection. She had pushed back a ring of red only
to the middle of his cock, but she was determined to push it back
to his base. She returned to caressing her clit while she thickly
applied more lipstick. The excitement of painting Bruce’s cock with
red lipstick made her pussy throb and ache. She soothed her greed
with quick swipes to her pulsating nub. The brief caress was
momentarily relief. She grasped his cock again and asked, “Do you
like my lips around your cock?”

“Not nearly as much as I’m going to enjoy
eating you out. You have no idea how much time I’m going to devote
to your pussy, Camille, but I’m determined to let you find out
tonight if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.” His cock was so
lengthy it was intimidating, yet contemplating how many inches she
could stroke with her lips made her moan. She pushed his head
between her closed lips and made his girth spread open her mouth.
She took him in deep, and with determination to blend all the
crimson until only her hue remained. Camille quickly bobbed. She
breathed through her nose, and stroked with her lips. She pushed
herself to take more and more.

Bruce panted and gripped her hair tighter
while he stood over her like a dominant ruler, taking the pleasure
from her mouth with cocky confidence like she belonged on her
knees. His attitude was hot. She stroked his cock without his
protest. He thrust his hips with gentle pumps. She worked her lips
up and down his shaft, streaked his dick with her lipstick, and
dared to take more with each stroke. Her lips were light, her pumps
were fast, and she was making his head hit the back of her
throat.

When she couldn’t slip in the last few
inches, she marked his base by nibbling and kissing. She held his
cock up to his stomach and brushed her lips along his balls. She
stroked him while tickling his sack with her lips. When his dick
twitched in her hand and he groaned low, she returned to sucking
him in case he finished without warning.

Testing the speed of her swift sucking and
his ability to withstand her lips became intensely arousing.
Camille enthusiastically blew his top, and then sucked him in deep,
all the while she gradually sucked harder. She wanted him to climax
in her mouth, and taste his cum. Her strokes became faster, and her
feral greed for him couldn’t be reeled in.

The sounds and smell of sex in the air
thrilled her. She played with herself while Bruce watched her
carnal play, and even when he gripped her hair tight and pulled to
make her stop. Camille fought against him, and endured the pain of
his tugging so she could continue. She greedily bobbed. He yanked
her hair, but when he jerked her back to maintain control, her
mouth made a final, firm stroke to his tip. He yelled, “Fuck! I
have to cum!” He thrust his hips, and to her surprise, he drove his
dick in so deep his head and shaft slipped into her throat. He
pumped, and with each squirt of cum he pulled back to let his hot
cream pool onto the back of her tongue. She had just enough to
taste before he propelled forward again and his hot semen rushed to
her throat. Each time his cock jet out cum onto her tongue, he
drove it back to her throat. After several swings of his hips, he
came to stop with her lips hugged around his dick.

Camille lightly sucked to the end, and gave
his shaft a few strokes as she stood. Like before, she let her
nipples glide up his body. She had satisfied his beast within, and
the need to chase her surely wasn’t as strong. There was only one
way to make him continue to hunt her. When her nipples reached his
chest, she winked as she said, “Till next time then.”

He quickly seized her wrist the moment she
turned to walk away. He shook his head with obvious confusion.
“Where are you going?”

“Hmm.” She looked around the room,
pretending to think. She hoped he’d follow her to the glory holes.
But as she scanned the room, she noticed things she hadn’t
before—women in boxes with gapping holes over their mouths, tits,
and pussy, sacrificial deflowering of a virgin took place beside an
artist who painted her and described his work in sign language, and
even men walking around with dicks covered in a glittery, sugar
like dust that Camille guessed was some odd drug because of the way
women acted once they tasted it. Half nude belly dancers did a
striptease to music with no rhythm and unknown instruments.
Everyone was wild and rowdy, making eccentric, billionaire Bruce
look tame in comparison.

A chime rang to its own beat, and with each
sound a plume of fog rolled in, or maybe it was smoke. The room
went dark before black lights flooded the foyer with bright neon in
green, blue, and purple which was sprayed and speckled all over the
walls and everyone covered in white. The glowing haze smelled of
weed and billowed until thick as the bell continually rung.

When Camille felt suddenly out of place,
Bruce stole her attention by slinking an arm around her waist and
luring her back to him. He slid two fingers up her stomach and
between her breasts, and burned his smoldering gaze into her.
Camille’s taste of him only kindled his fire, and she was certain
he wasn’t about to let go of her any time soon. “I want to sink
you.”

“What?” she asked, sure she heard him
incorrectly. Maybe it was the drugs that wafted between them, but
then again he could have really said
sink
.

“I want to fuck you, Camille.” He smiled
when her face undoubtedly lit up with a big grin she couldn’t hide.
He wasn’t going to let her go. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay with me.”
Considering she didn’t feel she belonged in the midst of such
chaos, she quickly decided she’d cling to him that night. She was
about to say so, but he continued, “You have to know, and I hope
you appreciate my honesty, that I’ve wanted you for years. I sent
you to an all-girls boarding school and private college in hopes
you wouldn’t date, though I know you have. Sending your mom my
invitation, when I knew she’s in Italy and you might find it
instead, wasn’t the first time I tried getting you to come to me.”
He pinned her tightly against him with one hand, and with the
other, he tucked hair behind her ear before tracing the curve to
her earlobe and down her neck. “I knew you were the one for me that
day we submerged those statues, because your mother’s broke while
yours sits yards from my beach to this very day. I’ve patiently
waited for you, but my patience has run out.”

He suddenly lifted her off the ground, and
so quickly that Camille found it playful and she giggled. When he
started to walk, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She
pressed her tit into him the moment his open mouth fastened around
her areola. He groaned against her skin and licked the edible
paint. He sucked harder, rolling his tongue around her nipples and
over it, flicking her nub with devouring greed. Possibly, he was
taken over with lust because his lips were finally on her body or
he was wild while trying to lick away the red and black that hid
the true hue of her pink rings, but he’d have to wait for days
until the stain faded from her body to see what she looked like
bare.