Drive Her Mad (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA VOL. 3) (6 page)

“It wasn’t a mountain. Just a slope.”

“It’s a dangerous slope! You deliberately didn’t mention extreme! That was extreme off-road racing! One I wouldn’t have bothered to see, especially if you were participating in it!”

He had rolled off that hill probably a hundred times since he started this formula off-road league in Australia years ago and he was still alive. But he didn’t verbalize it. She was truly distraught. He wanted to surprise her, hell, impress her, but he might have traumatized her by showing off too much.

“I’m sorry,
piccola.
Please, don’t be mad.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it beforehand?!”

“Because…” His cheeks heated up. “I wanted to impress you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Impress me?! What are you, a high school jock?! You’re a world champion driver many times over! You think I’m not impressed with that?!”

“Well…I’m not the world champion right now,” he said quietly.

She framed his face with her palms and groaned in frustration. “Oh you ninny!” She kissed him again. Her lips were rapacious on his, as if she wanted to swallow him whole.

Heat shot through his bloodstreams like quicksilver. Man, he would scare her shitless again if she would be like this afterward. So fucking hot! He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back.

“I was so afraid,” she said when she pulled back for air.

“I didn’t mean to make you afraid,
piccola.
Forgive me.”

He barely recognized his own voice. Fucking lame. This was not him. But he didn’t care right now. He wanted her and his dick was king at the moment.

“I wanna feel you. Oh god, now!”

She fumbled with the front zipper of his racing suit. Yanking it down none too gently, it snagged midway. She cursed colorfully but managed to open the suit from neck to crotch. Her hands pulled up his inner shirt, exposing his torso.

He stared at her, spellbound as her urgent hands roamed his chest. They glided down his abs and went straight for his cock, pulling it out in one go.

“Yeah! Alive!” she breathed out the words as she stared at his erection, squeezing it with her fingers. She licked her lips and looked at him, her eyes smoldering with desire. “I want you.”

Cazzo!

He removed her hands from his cock and forcibly strapped her on her seat. She protested, attempting to free herself.

“Don’t!” he growled at her harshly. She sat still.

He started the engine and backed the car, breaks screeching. He stepped on the gas hard. They shot out at high speed.

A couple of minutes later, they were on the dirt road and he couldn’t see any hedges. No fucking bushes in sight where he could park his car behind. No fucking trees. It was flat grassland for kilometers ahead. Fuck! The chalet was roughly fifteen minutes away and he couldn’t possibly last that long. He was already leaking, so hard he could blast through walls like a wrecking ball. He could feel his pulse pumping like a major artery around his shaft.

Her hand snaked out to touch him again.

“Valenna, don’t!” he growled.

She removed her seat belt and bent over.

Her mouth closed over his cock head at close to 70 mph and he nearly blew his load.

Holding her shoulders firmly to keep her in place, he stepped on the breaks and maneuvered the car to the roadside.

She grinned up at him.

“You’re a very naughty girl, Valenna.”

“And you’re a bad, bad boy for scaring the shit out of me, Gianfranco.”

She straightened in her seat and hauled herself up. Sitting on the rear hood of his car, she opened her legs. She leaned back supporting herself on one arm and crooked a finger at him. “Come here. Make me feel you’re alive. I want to feel all of you moving against me, inside me.”

He practically jumped from the driver’s seat and planted himself between her legs, panting, his cock rearing between them. He pushed her little skirt up and raised her legs together, pulling her panties off of her. They got stuck on her boots. Having no patience to totally undress her, he pushed her legs up against her chest, totally exposing her to him.

Glistening strips of lush, pink flesh had him salivating. He’d had a lot of pussies but he was not the type who’d scrutinize and give them extra points for being so pretty. But this particular pussy totally had him like a scientist obsessed with a rare specimen. He’d liked to know how this little slice of wonder would react to all the various stimuli he’d subject it to. But he needed more time for that. More than a week.

Cazzo, don’t think about that.

He pressed his palm on the plump lips, feeling her moist heat. His thumb moved over her clit in a circular motion. Her sexy moans filled the open air. He wanted to lick her pussy so bad but his cock was demanding immediate attention.

He guided his shaft to rub all over her luscious wetness. The pretty picture reminded him of running off road tires onto rain-soaked, gooey mud clay. So fucking slippery good. He wanted to linger, to feel every slope, every slide…

She made a frustrated sound. “Giane, hurry!”

“I don’t want to hurt you,
piccola
…”

“You’ve been avoiding my hole for days! I’m fine now, don’t worry, honey. Please, I wanna feel you inside me again. I miss you inside me.”

“I don’t think you’ve healed—”

“If you don’t come in, it will close up again!”

He chuckled.
Dio,
there she was again, making him laugh in the middle of it.

He rubbed his cockhead at her small entrance. “You’re right. I think it has closed shop again.”

“Well, what do you expect? It’s been three days since you last entered! Your fault!”

“I was not aware you were counting.”

She slapped his arm impatiently. “Move!”

He pushed and the crown popped in, with difficulty. She gasped. He closed his eyes, relishing the incredible tightness of her.
Cazzo
, so fucking good! “
Piccola
…are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine. Don’t stop now.”

His thumb massaged her clit as he slowly moved in deeper, hoping he won’t break anything inside her again and make her bleed.

“Yes, oh yes. I feel you. So hard…so so hard! Uhmm. I wanna feel all of you. Every inch of you. Deeper!”

Madonn,
she could make him come by her words alone. He pushed in deeper…and deeper still, feeling her inner muscles constrict around him and give in, making room for him. It was the most exquisite torture.

Finally, he was lodged deep inside her to the hilt. Her pussy stretched wide open to accommodate his thickness. It was broad daylight and he could see it all clearly. So beautiful. He would like to see this over and over. A lot. For days on end…weeks…months! “Valenna…”

“Yes, oh yes Giane. Please, make me come. Please!”

He rested her legs on his shoulder and pumped in and put of her slowly, carefully, enduring the delicious torture when all he wanted was to piston into her at full speed and explode.

She was writhing under him, her hair spread over the hood of his car like golden skeins, a goddess, a newly initiated virgin who fucked like his most sublime fantasies.

“Giane, oh, I love that…that…yes…! Just like that! Keep doing that…yes, that’s so good…so epic…oooh god…”

He made a mental note to record her voice next time so that he can play it anytime he was feeling shitty. She can make a lot of money talking a man to orgasm. He was so fucking close he would have to leave her and make it up to her later.

Then he saw the car.

“A car is coming…!” he gasped.

“Yes! Come inside me!”

“No,
piccola
! A car...
cazzo
...is coming!” He pumped faster, wanting to beat the car but it was fast approaching. “
Merda!
”

He pulled out of her none too gently, lifted her and practically dropped her back on the passenger seat. He was able to jump back to the driver’s seat just as the car zoomed by.

He slumped back on the headrest, breathing hard, his entire body overheating.

And she was laughing hard beside him.

“What’s funny?” he demanded.

She laughed louder, raising her legs, holding her tummy.

He leaned over and slapped her butt.

“You should have seen your face! Oh god, I swear, it was for the books!”

He made an unintelligible, frustrated sound.

“When you said “a car is coming,” I thought you were coming. Then I realized somebody was coming and…you looked soooo pissed that you couldn’t come ahead of the car. I would be pissed, too!”

Cursing, he got out of the car and went around to the passenger side. He wrenched the door open. “Now, I really want to come.”

She stopped laughing. Pulling her to the edge of the car seat, he impatiently removed her boots and panties. He spread her legs, sighing in relief.
Grazie a Dio,
no blood.

He rubbed her clit again. “Does it hurt?”

She looped her arms around his neck. “Only a little. The ache inside me is worse. Make it feel better. I know you can make it feel so good.”

He knelt between her legs and ate her pussy. She went wild, moaning loudly, gasping like she was dying as he gave her a tongue-lashing she wouldn’t soon forget. Fuck, her taste! How could he ever get enough of this? An image of another man doing this to her and he growled, feeling instantly murderous.

He stood up and kissed her lips hard, feeding her with her own essence, driving his tongue inside her mouth just as he fed her pussy with his steely cock again. They both groaned.

He went in smoother this time. She felt so slick, so tight!

He hooked his arms under her legs and hammered her. His restraint was gone, replaced by the raging storm of his lust. His cock sank in and out of her, deeper and harder with every thrust, reaching as far inside her as he could until he felt them as one single entity moving quickly, inexorably towards the edge.

Madonn,
unbelievably good! This! Her! Them together!

She moved with him, learning the dance fast, countering his pelvic movements.

They forgot their surroundings as they chased paradise. She found it first. She threw her head back, crying out loudly, her little cunt milking his cock with her every explosion.

Blinding, mind-blowing pleasure.

He followed her shortly, his mind going blank of all thoughts except for one.

He had to have more.

More. More. More!

OUT OF CONTROL

VALENNA WOKE UP
to something tickling her ear.

“
Piccola,
wake up.”

She smiled and moaned sleepily.

“It’s dinner time.”

Frosh, had she slept that long? Last thing she remembered…

She smiled. Oh, the things he did to her and the things she did to him.

She felt him kissing her shoulder blades, light, feathery kisses that traveled down her spine. “You’d love what Nonito and Courtney cooked for dinner.”

“Is it yummier than you?”

He chuckled. “You’re not playing fair. You’re going to make me hard all dinner.”

“That’s the idea. All set for desert.”

“But we have guests.”

“Guests?”

“Yes. Do you mind?”

“Are they your friends?”

“Yes. You didn’t get to meet them because you walked out from the track spitting mad this morning, I recall.”

“Oh, your crazy friends.”

“Uh-huh. They’re the coolest guys. They’re not Australians though.”

She turned over on her back and stretched her limbs. “Where are they from?”

His eyes focused on her breasts. His hand went up to touch one nipple. “They’re from Scandinavia. Iceland, Norway, Sweden.”

“Long way from home.”

He covered her breasts with the comforter. “Yes and I have to entertain them. We only see each other thrice a year and they were all looking forward to that event we had this morning.”

She immediately felt contrite. “Oh, I’m so sorry…”

“It’s okay. I merely participated for exhibition purposes.”

She gave him a stern look.“That was an exhibition?”

He grinned. “Mainly for you. I was showing off. I wanted you to see my…other talents.”

She slapped his chest lightly. “I’d rather you show me all the best moves in the Kama Sutra with your extremely talented mouth and dick than watch you roll down a cliff inside a freakin truck!”

He chuckled. “Alright. I won’t bring you next time.”

Next time? Oh god. What did he mean? There’s a next time? After this week?

Oh puhleez, don’t get too excited. It didn’t mean anything.

“Will you help me entertain them,
piccola
? Please? They’re dying to meet you.”