Page 12 of Three Suave Billionaires and a Fake Chauffeur

On no planet, in any universe, could I ever be a substitute for the supermodel. But now, even knowing that this will mean nothing to them afterward, that they'll forget that they actually touched me, which is so outlandish, I do wonder if I'm dreaming—despite all that, my pride won't make me sit up and then leave.

"I want to feel you inside," I beg, frantic, in case the spell breaks.

Chapter Ten

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Lucy

Peter towers over me. As he looks into my eyes, he unbuckles his belt, undoes his zipper, and then finally frees his cock.

I lift myself up and then I gasp in wonder and fear.

"It's too big," I say. Peter grins for the first time ever, his face transformed into something even more handsome.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he commands, as he takes hold of his cock and nudges the folds of my pussy, parting my labia so the head of his shaft rests between them.

The intimacy of it all is so mesmerizing, I'm enthralled. I raise my hips a little higher. Peter moves in a little deeper, his muscles taut, a growl emanating from his chest. Dear god. I've never felt so empowered in my life. I raise myself up again, and this time I slide my pussy up and down his shaft.

"Lucy," he warns, but I can't stop, especially when droplets of his pre-cum soak my already drenched pussy. I get bolder and more greedy until I've taken Peter just a little past my entrance, and that's where I stop.

The delicious pressure from before changes into an uncanny feeling of pain. I've taken him as far as I can. I teased him, and then my fear stopped him.

"Lucy, do you want me to take your virginity?"

"Yes," I say despite trying to move away from him.

"Just breathe, sweetheart," Peter says as he gathers me to him, thrusting the substantial length and breadth of him inside my pussy.

My eyes widen. I fling my arms around and barely stop myself from sobbing into his shoulder. The pain from being stretched so wide and deep is so oddly liquid and fire at the same time. I don't want to move, and I don't want him to move, but Peter takes my mouth and kisses me before he murmurs, "Let me."

I shake my head even though I relax my body for him, letting him slide a little way out before he slowly plunges back inside me. My head lifts off the pillow. Peter sucks on a mouthful of my skin at the side of my neck, pulling until my nerve endings squeal, and then he moves inside me again and again, in and out, faster, deeper, and harder, until the pain blooms into a bright light. I cling to him, desperate for the contact against my clit each time he fucks me.

I cry out in wonder as I come around his cock, and he pulls me even tighter to him before he slips out of my body and Warren fills his place.

My pussy clings to Warren the same way my arms cling to him. I kiss him wildly, addicted already to the sensation of coming around his cock inside.

Warren squeezes my breast until my nipple pops and then sucks me, as if he were sucking my clit; the memory of him actually doing so sends me over the edge with a climax so riveting, I actually start to cry.

"Good girl," he says, keeping his pulsing cock inside me until I come all over again.

Max kisses away my tears, soothing my pulsing clit with the head of his shaft until his soothing turns me feral. Taking matters into my own hands, I guide his cock to my pussy and slowly feed myself the many, many inches of his shaft until he is fully embedded inside me.

I press Max to my body. He runs his knuckle over my clit until I'm left shaking with another orgasm.

They take me again, but this time I bask in the absolute wonder of feeling their come inside me, filling me with their essence until I'm so abundantly fed, I fall instantly asleep.

The last thought on my mind was that I'm not on the pill, but thankfully this is a safe time for me.

Sleep, unfortunately, doesn't last long. I'm still plagued by my problems. They still don't know anything, not the reason I'm here or the lengths I went through to get here.

But now I have to be realistic. Last night would forever change my life. Theirs would stay the same. Nothing is ever going to come from this. I'm so far out of their world, I could live on another planet. I have nothing else to do but protect my brother.

I have to do what I came here to do.

I climb off the bed, refusing to remember anything of the night before, not how they fed me their bodies, then fed me food, then bathed me, then themselves, and let me sleep.

Thankfully, the stylist had left a dress and a pair of sandals for me to wear the next day. It's so pretty, and I know it costs more than a month's mortgage, and I'm just running up a bill I will have to somehow pay back, even anonymously, since Dean and I will definitely have to go into hiding after this.