Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 65: Apple’s Thinking Part 2

Apple’s POV

I was wriggling against Bruce’s lap and could feel his manhood standing up beneath me as I did so. My lips were crushed against his as we shared the moment. My fingers were caught in the knots of his hair. He was putting his hands on the back of my head.

He picked me up so lightly that I felt like a feather as he carried me to the bed. After positioning me on the edge of the bed, he gave my shoulders a gentle push backward. He then threw the boxer shorts away after sliding them down my legs and dumping them in the garbage. He spread my legs apart by placing his hands on my knees and grinned when he saw how drenched I was in a sweat. The hot juices poured down my taint and into my asshole like a mountain stream carrying the heat of the summit.

Bruce crouched down on his knees and placed his hands on each of my legs. He was very cautious as he moved his hands down my thighs. As I waited for the first hand to brush across my clit, I did my best to hold my breath.

When Bruce’s thumbs brushed over my clit hood, it felt like I was having a spasm throughout my entire body. My entire body shook. On the other hand, it was not a spasm. It was the first tremors of an orgasm that had been developing inside of me for years, and at that moment they came flooding out. Since I reached adolescence, it had been sleeping soundly in my uterus, much like a dormant volcano, waiting for the right conditions to trigger its eruption.

I brought my breasts closer together and pulled air in through the space between my lips. I squeezed my nipples together, and Bruce’s fingers rummaged in the creases and folds of my pussy.

I heard him mumble, "beautiful," as he bent his head to land delicate kisses on my pussy lips. As he did so, he bent his head even more. When his lips contacted my clit, I felt another tremor run through my body. Bruce’s lips and tongues were writhing, and my phallus was dripping with saliva.

When he touched the area around my clit, his fingers found the entrance. I first felt him slide in one finger, and then I felt him slide in two fingers. The lubrication on his hand came from my fluids. It was simple for him to insert his fingers. I made an effort to block out the discomfort, despite the fact that it was present.

There was nothing that could stop Bruce from sticking his manhood inside of me.

Nothing.

The sensation of orgasm began to spread across every part of my body.

"I’m... cumming," I say. I mumbled something as I exerted pressure on my breasts till they became painful.

"Oh... my... Goodness..."

Bruce got hit in the face with my pussy when I jumped up from the bed and whacked him with it. After removing his fingers from my mouth, he covered my pussy with his own and continued to play. I stopped flailing around on the bed and ordered him to stop sucking, licking, swallowing, and murmuring. He complied with all of my requests.

The word "beautiful" was repeated by him as he fondled my thighs and smiled at me in spite of the fact that my face was coated with sour sauce. He gave the appearance of having recently completed eating by wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand. He stepped up, unzipped his jeans, and unbuckled his belt while glaring at me from below.

I forced myself to stand and declared, "Let me handle this." I inserted my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, and then I tugged his underwear and jeans down his long legs together. It flew up into the air and hit firmly in my face when he did it.

He gave me a friendly smile and cautioned me to be careful. "You’re going to lose an eye to that thing."

A sneer appeared on my face as I muttered, "Shut up." My eyes traveled all the way down his torso. When I first saw him, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing in front of me. His upper body was well developed, especially his chest and shoulders. His nipples were rock-solid inconsistency. My eyes traveled down the line of his stunning abs to the cluster of dark brown curls on top of his head and then to the manhood that emerged from those curls. It was elongated and stocky, with a skull that was densely veined and expanded right in front of my eyes.

Before I began to wrap my fingers around the shaft, I took a few calm and deliberate breaths. Bruce let out a sharp intake of breath as I started slowly pumping my palm up and down the shaft from the bottom to the top. I cherished the way it felt in my hand; it was tough, warm, and very lengthy; it was so... addictive...

Bruce put his hands on my shoulders as I was milking the shaft with one hand and toying with his balls with the other. He seemed to be really interested in what I was doing. As I bent my lips to offer the head a short kiss, he moaned my name while his fingers dug into my shoulders. I gave the head a small kiss in return.

Bruce shouted, "Oh, goodness, Apple!" as I increased the speed of my hand on his shaft and the suction of my lips. He was referring to the fact that I was making him more uncomfortable.

After I had let his manhood fall out of my mouth, he shoved me back into the bed and then left. He eventually made his way onto my back and planted another kiss on my lips. After a lengthy, rough, and sloppy wet kiss, the tips of my toes began to tingle.

I leaned up close to his ear and murmured, "I need to tell you something."

When I asked him what it was, he grabbed my earlobe between his teeth and demanded to know what it was.

I explained, "I’ve never done anything even quite like this."

He glared at me while leaning against his hands and frowning.

"What is it that you’ve never tried?"

"This," I said, directing my sight to where he was looking

I let out a long sigh, which caused him to twitch his hair. "I was attempting to save myself," I explained. The tears began to rise up in my eyes."I am the foolish woman who spent years putting money aside for a man who eventually broke up with me because his mother pressured him to." I gave a little shake of the head and then I shut my eyes.

Bruce said, "I’m glad you waited." When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me while smiling softly. "On the other hand, are you sure that you want to carry out these plans with me?"

I bit my lip to keep the tears from falling as I responded, "If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be here."

He said, "Are you ready for me to finish?"

"No."

"Would you appreciate it if I gave you a kiss?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust I won’t injure you?"

My eyes were drawn to him. "Yes."

"Then be quiet..."

Once more, he brought his lips close to mine and lightly touched them. This time, the kiss was kind and sympathetic to the recipient. His tongue slid softly over my lips before entering my mouth and searching for my tongue among the other contents.

Bruce jumped on top of me as I separated my legs and fell to the ground. I got on my knees and reached down to grab his manhood in my hand, leading it to the door of my apartment. He squatted down so low that his head was about to collide with mine while we were both on the floor. He never looked away from me even for a second.

Every lady that I know had her own special qualities. I was aware that there might be some degree of discomfort At the very least, I had anticipated something different.

"Please," I heaved a sigh. Bruce put his manhood’s head inside of me and laughed. I was able to sense the contraction of my pussy walls as he moved closer to me. I was aware of a little hesitation on his part as he moved slightly closer. He had succeeded in overcoming the obstacle. I licked my lips, took a long, deep breath, and nodded in response to what he said.

Bruce took a half-step backward and then moved quickly towards me while maintaining eye contact. After suffering through some agony for a while, I was subsequently overcome with joy.

I let out a groan before wrapping both of my legs around his waist. "I don’t give a damn about, Bruce. Fuck me good and hard."