“Forgive me,” Rick says immediately. “I shouldn’t have laughed just now, Snowflower, but you know I don’t need more money. Not when I have Tatti and all of this,” he says, gesturing with one hand to the mansion. “But I would like to share in the spoils, and that means enjoying you, sweetheart. I absolutely want to help you film, if that’s what the next step is. Just let me know when and where.”
My heart leaps as my insides go hot and liquid because this is what I want. I want to gift my innocence to the gorgeous billionaire, and smile sweetly at Rick.
“Well, how about now, Daddy? Would this be a good time?”
The flush deepens on his high cheekbones, and his cock jerks visibly in his suit pants. Before he speaks, I already know the answer … because the billionaire and I are finally going to seal the deal.
7
Rick
Oh shit shit shit. Is this really happening? I knew Jenna moved into my house last night, but I couldn’t be home because I had a fucking board meeting that dragged on until midnight. I was present at the goddamn thing with a calm expression, but inside, I was silently cursing everybody at the table. How dare they keep me from my beautiful Snowflower? Didn’t they know I had a gorgeous young thing waiting for me at home, her lips pouty and her cheeks flushed?
But I managed to get away from work at a reasonable time today, only to come home and find Snowflower folding the tiniest, most ridiculous bits of lingerie you’ve ever seen. How does that shit even work? The bras weren’t much more than pasties connected to string, and the thong she was handling was the size of a post-it. Hell, not even a post-it because those can be pretty big. The clit patch was about the size of a quarter, and my cock jerks again as she puts the tiny snip of fabric into her dresser drawer.
“Well, that’s that,” Snowflower says with a smile while getting to her feet. “If you’re ready, then I am too?”
I can’t speak for a moment because she’s a vision, even dressed casually in a t-shirt paired with a denim mini-skirt. Jenna’s big bust strains against the thin cotton fabric, her legs long and golden beneath the hem of her skirt. Her long golden hair is swept over one shoulder, and she’s a vision of angelic innocence. But at the same time, a musky, tangy aroma hits my nostrils, and immediately I know what it is. Snowflower is aroused, and she wants this. She wants to film with me, and she wants my big hands all over her lush curves as she moans breathlessly into my mouth, entangled in my arms.
I want to give it to her too, and I stare ravenously at the goddess standing before me.
“So how do we start, sweetheart?” I growl. “I’m at your disposal.”
Snowflower blushes a bit but smiles. She fishes out her phone and then fiddles with it before setting it up on a small tripod on her dresser. I can see that the lens is pointed at the bed, and she smiles at me again while dimming the light on her bedside table so that we’re cast in a low glow.
“Well, there isn’t much to do with respect to props or setting, or anything like that. And you don’t have to worry about your face showing because I’ll blur anything when I go back in to edit afterwards. But if you’re ready,” she pauses delicately. “I’ll start by dancing for you?”
“For sure, sweetheart,” I rasp, leaning against the door jamb. “I’d love to see that.”
Snowflower smiles sweetly at me, but this is no naïve little girl because she begins to sway her hips sinuously while makingsizzling eye contact. There’s no music and yet somehow, this woman moves like Salome of the Seven Veils. She puts her hands behind her head and lifts her blonde strands up, shimmying seductively before letting the tresses drop in a golden cascade down her back and that alone is enough to make me spurt hotly in my pants.
But Snowflower’s not done yet. With another coy smile over her shoulder at me, she unbuttons her denim mini-skirt before sliding it down over those wide hips, jumping a bit so that her tits bounce deliciously, and soon the denim’s on the floor with her tiny panties and those long legs are exposed. Goddamn, my girl is wet. She’s wearing a virginal pair of white cotton panties that are soaked through at the crotch, and again, a waft of that musky, spicy female scent drifts to my nostrils, making me groan aloud.
“Take it out, Daddy,” she mewls. “Don’t be afraid to touch yourself while I dance.”
Oh shit, really? Is this something she says to her customers? But in seconds, I have my shaft out, huge and veiny, and Snowflower’s eyes widen momentarily as she takes in my arousal. I’d be scared too, to be honest, because my penis is a thick, iron pole that gives no quarter. It’s dripping at the tip already, a long, gooey string of cum hitting the floor with an audible splat, and I fist it while staring at her.
“Does this scare you, baby? Is my size intimidating?”
Snowflower stares, her blue eyes wide, before swallowing heavily. But then she shakes her head and continues to dance.
“No, Daddy,” she whispers. “If anything, it only makes me want it more. I want you, Daddy, because you make me feel so good.”
Then, her t-shirt’s over her head, and Jenna giggles when I let out another spurt of pre-come because the curvaceous young vixen isn’t wearing a bra! Her big tits are soft and ivory, the tips hard and pink as they bounce deliciously.
“Goddamn,” I groan while fisting my shaft. “You’re so beautiful, little girl. How did I get so lucky?”
Snowflower giggles before shimmying a bit, making those big tits sway. Then she lifts one to her mouth with her palm and kisses the tip, before lifting the other breast to her mouth, and licking her nipple so that it gleams wetly in the light.
“Youarea lucky man,” she purrs throatily before sitting down on her bed facing me. “Now, where were we?”
Then, before I can react, the young woman’s nimble fingers fly to the crotch of her panties and she skims them lightly over the dark spot right at her little hole. Her eyes go wide, and she puts a palm to her mouth, feigning surprise.
“I’m so wet, Daddy!” she mewls. “Shall we see what’s making me wet?”
Without waiting for a reply, Jenna reaches down between her legs, and pulls the gusset of her panties to the side, revealing that utterly drenched swollen pink slit. I spurt again, a growl rising in my throat.
“Oh shit,” I manage. “Oh shit shit shit.”
