Affair with a Billionaire

Overwork

Emma hands Connor her keycard, wipes her eyes, and leaves the vault. Eventually, I end up in the vault. Connor exhales and takes my hand.

-  Well, I think it’s safe to say you’ve earned a break.
-   Please, I still have a ton of work to do, especially now that Emma is gone.
- The only thing you need to work on tonight is me.

He moves my hand over his pants, and I feel his length quiver.

- Well that feels like it’s ready to have some fun.
-  I’m always ready.

Connor smiles and brushes his hand against my cheek.

-  Though I’d be lying if I said you weren’t adorable when you’re jealous.
- Jealous, I’m not….
- I saw the way you treated Emma. She was a fling a long time ago before I met you. But you have something else. You’re different.
- How so?
- You know what I mean.  

Connor closes the vault door as he casually deflects my question.

- What are you doing?
- Let’s try something new.

He pulls me toward him and grazes his lips against my neck. Connor’s lips move down my neck as I unbutton his pants.

- This will be, different.
- Different can be a good thing.

I pull Connor’s pants down and grasp his dick in my hand. I gently squeeze and stroke it, feeling it lengthen with each stroke. Connor removes my blouse and lifts my skirt, sliding my panties down my leg.

- Take me, now.
-  Don’t have to tell me twice.

Connor lifts me onto the table in the vault, his mouth never leaving my neck. As his hands wrap around my ass, I guide him into my wet apex.

-  My favorite part.
-  Mine too.

Connor thrusts into me on the table, and I wrap my legs around him. With each thrust forward, he plunges deeper into my wetness. I moan with pleasure, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist.

- Right there.

I squeeze my legs around him and lean back on the table. Connor lets out a deep exhale and traces his fingers down my chest.

- Yes, touch me.
- Where?
- Everywhere.

He slides his hands down my chest and fondles my breast. He squeezes them tenderly and traces his fingers over my nipples. I let out a scream.

-  Oh, Mr. Knight.
-  I love it when you scream my name.
-  Mr. Knight, you’re so good, you make me feel so good. You’re so deep, keep going.

Connor grips my hips and pulls me onto him harder.

- Harder?
-  Yes, harder. Don’t stop.

I arch my back higher on the table, clutching the sides and moaning in satisfaction. Connor leans forward, pressing his chest against mine and letting out a deep breath. He kisses me, moving his mouth down my neck, cupping my breasts in his hands as he goes.

- I’m going to come.
- Me too. Bailey, you feel so good.

Connor gasps and pleasure erupts out of him.

- I love feeling you finish inside me.

A heated sensation overcomes my whole body and explodes out of me like a grenade. Connor remains on top of you, catching his breath.

- Have fun?
- You could say that.
-  New places are always hotter.

He smacks my ass as he stands up and pulls his pants on.

- Good thing we had a sturdy table.
- It pays to be sturdy. Well, I think we put in a solid day’s work.

Connor winks at me as I pull my panties up and skirt down.  

-  And workout.
- Let’s get out of here.

I and Connor leave the vault and head back to his penthouse.