Drive Him Wild (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA Volume 2) (6 page)

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“Of course,

She smiled and stood up. “Fifteen minutes and then follow me in the bathroom.”



“You’ve at least…”


“You’ve at least seen a cock before, right?”

“Yes. Lots.”

“For real? A live cock?”

She swallowed, her cheeks flushing. “Only in pictures and porn clips, but I know how they look like, don’t worry,” she said flippantly.

Giane inhaled raggedly. “
how have you survived Hollywood? It’s almost impossible!”

She raised a haughty brow at him. “Are you insulting me, Gianfranco?”

cara mia
. No.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to regret buying my cherry?”

He barked a short laugh. “That’s not a look of regret. I’m just…I’m nervous.”

She grinned at him. “Nervous? Shouldn’t I be the one to feel that? I’m the virgin here.”

“I feel like one right now.”

“Why’s that?”

He shrugged. “I really don’t remember popping a cherry before.”

Her eyes widened. “Never?”

“None that I can recall, else I would summon the experience to aid me right now.”

“Oh, so you’re a cherry-popping virgin! Welcome to the club!”

She threw into a fit of giggles. Her perfect C-cups bounced as her chest heaved, making his cock harder, if it was still possible.

“Valenna, shut up. I’m going to drop my pants now.”

She stopped laughing, straightened in the bathtub and stared at him, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Okay.”

Unzipping his jeans, he bent to push it down his legs. He slowly straightened up to his full height again, holding his breath.

Her eyes dropped to his middle, locked there and then widened until they were as huge as an owl’s.

Such reaction from women was commonplace to him, but they were usually followed by gasps of awe, then squeals of delight and excitement. However, those women were not virgins. They all wanted big, bad dicks to bang the shit out of them.

Now, he was afraid this little virgin would get scared shitless she’d clamp her legs and not let him in, or worse, run screaming out of the door, because even he knew this monster of an erection he was sporting right now would hurt her. He felt so big the skin of his shaft seemed not enough to contain his raging hard on. For the first time in his life, he wished he had a smaller cock. At least, just this one time.

“There’s your live cock,” he attempted to tease her.

She swallowed repeatedly, her eyes glued to his member. “Apollo,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Was that a man’s name he just heard from her lips? Another man’s name?!

Then she exclaimed, “I knew it! Oh. My. Froshing. God. Apollo 11!”

He was stupefied for a moment. “Apollo 11?”

“Yeah, THAT! How do you call that humongous thing about to take flight on its own?”


He burst into laughter. Her imagery was hilarious.
he was so horny and she was making him laugh his ass off. His cock had never been described as a rocket ship before.

She knelt on the bathtub to take a better look at him, the bubbles clinging to the tips of her firm, full breasts. Hot damn, his fingers itched to squeeze those beauties.

She crooked a finger at him. “Come here.”

He was used to being the one issuing those orders. In the society where he revolved in, women knew him by reputation. He was an immovable force. They all bent to adjust and accommodate him. They all came to him on his terms. He took what they offered, they took what he could give them without complaints and left without questions when he no longer wanted them around. It didn’t matter what they did for a living or what their circumstances in life were. An heiress, a supermodel or a high class stripper, they were all the same in his book, just passing lays.

In the bedroom, he was king.

This American woman didn’t know him. She had no preconceived notions of him.

Surprisingly for him, it was a breath of fresh air. Valenna was making him feel strange feelings and behave in ways that totally contradicted his personality and lifestyle. All in two days.

He walked toward her, stopping near the edge of the tub.

She stared at his cock like it was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen. “Wow,” she uttered in an almost reverent tone, her eyes shining with awe.

He silently thanked the goddess of dicks up there for not making her freak out, because he really needed her right now. He couldn’t wait to sheathe himself inside her, feel her warm, wet tightness gloving him. “You’re not afraid of it?” he asked her as she continued to stare.

She didn’t even glance up at his face. “I’ve gotta be popped at some point. For my sake, I was hoping you’d be a comfortable pocket-size Swiss knife but you ended up like THAT, an Italian broadsword!”

He grinned, finding her vocabulary adorable, a curious mix of classy and street. “A rocket ship and a broadsword. My cock has never been complimented so creatively,
cara mia

She winced. “I don’t have a choice but to take it, do I? All of it?”

“Yes, you have no choice but to take it, but don’t be afraid,
I’d make sure you’ve had at least a couple of trips to heaven before I come a-poppin’.”
that actually rhymed. Her sense of humor was rubbing off on him quickly.

She blushed again but her eyes were mischievous. “Can I touch it?”

He thrust his hips out slightly. “It’s all yours,
” he said, praying for self-control. He was leaking, his balls tight and churning, demanding release.

Cautiously, her forefinger touched the glistening dome-like crown lightly. He made his cock jerk.

She squealed and jumped back.

He chuckled. “It’s so excited to meet you, is all. Even more excited to meet your kitty cat.”

Giggling, she moved closer again. So close that he could feel her warm breath on his shaft. She had small lips but so luscious, fuller at the bottom, just inches away. He wondered if it could open wide enough to accommodate his girth.
She told you she hasn’t blown a dick before. Her lips are as virginal as her pussy, horndog. Take it easy.
The thought that everything they’d be doing tonight was practically her first-time experience made him feel like the king of the mountain. At his age, he preferred women who knew all the dirty moves in bed to match his expertise and stamina.

This unfolding experience he was having with Valenna was a novelty to him, but it required all his patience and self-control, which was no small task as her curiosity alone was driving him to the brink.

Tentatively, her fingers encircled his shaft as if it was a fragile china. The feathery touch shot more blood to his groin. He sucked in his breath, his entire body going rigid. It was simply electrifying he literally pulsed in her hand.

“Grip it,” he commanded.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Her fingers tightened around his length, squeezing.

cara mia,
that’s so fucking good!”

Her other hand came up to help. Both her palms were now wrapped around his shaft and he was throbbing like his very heart was in her hands.

“Oh wow! This is so….froshing wow!” Her face was aglow with amazement, like a child who just discovered a new, fascinating toy.

“Valenna…” he groaned, clenching his fists.

“It’s so hot…and alive!”

She moved her hand…up and down.


He stared at her hands on his cock. Her small fingers could barely cover his circumference but she was working all her ten digits on him and they glided, rubbed and slithered around him with surprising skill.

“Are you sure you haven’t touched a cock before?” he couldn’t help asking her. The thought of her doing this to another man…No, he wouldn’t think about that.

She grinned at him and licked her lips. “Is there any other way to play with this? Haven’t held a cock before but it’s a no-brainer. The skin is so resilient, so firm and yet so silky. The moment you touch it, your hand won’t be able to help rubbing it like this.” She did it again…and again.

Cazzo! So good!

He wanted to tell her to not even think of touching any other cock from now on but he bit his tongue. Dangerous territory. A complication he definitely didn’t want. She was just passing through, a very expensive diversion but one he needed very badly. He would indulge tonight and move on come morning.

“Oh Giane, I think it’s still growing bigger!”

Cursing under his breath, he gently removed her hands from his groin. He didn’t want to blast his load on her face. That would happen inside her virgin pussy.

He joined her in the tub filled with scented water. Maybe the warm water would diminish his erection a bit to last a little longer with this necessary foreplay. She scooted to the other end as he made room for his frame. The tub was comfortable for couples. Spreading his legs he sighed, feeling his bunched muscles loosen up. He had been so tensed as she touched him.

Steam rose between them. He felt his nerves relax a bit, for which he was thankful. With Valenna, he was like a high-octane race car minus the breaks. Only his driving genius was keeping him from crashing hard on some wall.

“So, what are we gonna do next?” she asked.

“Sit here and relax.”

Her brows knitted.

The disappointed look on her face amused him. “So eager to lose your cherry?”

She shrugged. “Well, it’s not me who’s spending 50 million dollars.”

“Rest assured, I’d know how to spend it well. Inside that uncharted territory.”

Another blush. He wondered how she could blush like that and say the most outrageous things a normal woman won’t say to a man she just met. But then again, Valenna Jones was no ordinary woman. He can very well see that now. Such a fascinating contradiction. Normally, he was astute with women’s body language but Vallena kept throwing him curveballs. She was actually making him feel like a fumbling schoolboy. No woman had unsettled him like this since he’d first spent his lust in an older woman’s mouth at age 15.

“I forgot to bring my gynecologist’s certificate.” She covered her mouth and snickered. “That sounds so lame. Certificate of virginity.”

“No need.”


“I will find out soon enough.”

“How? You haven’t had a virgin, you said?”

“Precisely. I haven’t had one. It’s going to be a very unique feeling, unlike anything I’ve experienced before.”

She nodded. “Okay. I wanna learn a few things from this experience, too.” She played with the bubbles on the water’s swirling surface.

“Such as?”

“How to pleasure a man.”

“Why, do you intend to immediately explore further after this?” That was a stupid question he instantly regretted asking.

“Not immediately but eventually. The gate of my sensuality will be finally opened, so to speak. I don’t wanna go back to being this woman who didn’t know how to satisfy her man, so I’d really appreciate a few tips from you, my first lover.” She gave him a sultry smile.

What she said caused something strange inside him to happen. His gut knotted painfully in an emotion he didn’t want to name.

He folded his legs. “Come here. Rest your back against me.”

She crawled toward him and turned until she was sitting between his legs.

He straightened his legs and pulled her onto his lap

She squirmed. “Oh my, I can feel you!”

Indeed, his rod was lying right there between the crack of her sexy ass. “Quit wiggling or it will bust your cherry underwater and that’s not going to feel good for your first time. Lie back.”

She leaned back until her head was resting in the crook of his neck. “Relax,

“Uhmmm…” she purred and settled on him more comfortably.

He picked up the liquid bath soap and squirted a liberal amount on his palms, working it into a lather. Then he cupped her full breasts which were just peeking above the water.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Giane…”

“Tip No. 1. I’m very visual. I get turned on by a sexy woman.”

He gently massaged her breasts. Damn, original parts. He could feel no alien flying saucers standing by in these twin mountains. He kneaded them, squeezed them together, his palms molding the firm globes. So fucking beautiful.

“What’s sexy to you?” she breathed out.

“Confidence is very sexy,” he surprised himself by saying. He was a dominant and the first thing he broke in a woman who came to his bed was the illusion that she could control him sexually. “And boobs I can squeeze like this without fearing I’d bust something in here.”

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