Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 86: New Character - Obssesed

Elizabeth’s POV

"Oh Harvey," I muttered to myself as I clutched my pillow with one hand and tried to keep a low volume with the other. "Oh, Harvey."

My parents weren’t there, at least not that I was aware of, but I knew that Rhea, our housekeeper, was there and that she was busy going about her business. She was cleaning the house. I couldn’t help myself, even though there was a chance that Rhea would stumble upon me. I had to find a way to break free. It was necessary for me to exit the train.

Having said that, to tell you the truth, I couldn’t even begin to fathom how embarrassing it would be to try to explain to her what I was doing, even though I had a sneaking suspicion that she already had a pretty good idea. While I was yelling out the name of my father’s friend, it would be challenging and awkward to explain why I was doing what I was doing.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out as I massaged my clit while imagining Harvey’s tongue upon me. I clutched my vibrator with a death grip. I tried to picture his features and tried to picture the sensation of his stubble on my inner thighs. While he was burying his tongue deep inside of me and spreading my legs apart, I imagined the sensation of his hands on my skin. My mind conjured up an image of him sucking on my clit and sliding two fingers deep into my tight little pussy while he did so, and that was all it took for me to lose control and run over to him. On the other hand, I desired to eke out a little bit more pleasure by elongating its duration.

It’s true that Harvey and I had never done anything like that before, but thanks to my active imagination, I was able to convince myself that we had. I tried to picture what it would be like for him to taste, savor, and feel me, as well as what it would be like for him to make me cum harder than I had ever done before.

I found myself lying down in my bed, or more accurately, in the bed that I had used when I was a kid. While I was looking for a new place to live, I was staying with my parents; however, I hoped to change that situation as soon as possible. Because I was still living in the house where I had grown up, I had very little opportunity for privacy; as a result, I tried to make the most of any opportunities I had to be alone. Because they had a fairly active social life, it worked out well for me because I was able to get enough alone time to fulfill all of my requirements. At the very least, that’s how the majority of the time it seems to be.

I shifted the angle of my vibrator as I imagined Harvey sliding his finger between the folds of my pussy while I was thinking about it. It caused me to gasp, and as I thrust my hips upward while groaning with delight, my knees buckled ever-so-slightly.

"Take me, Harvey," at one point in the story. I pleaded and begged with my made-up lover because I wanted nothing more than to experience the sensation of his hard, dense cock inside of me more than anything else in my life.

It wasn’t the first time, or even the second time, that I had gotten myself off while thinking of him, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last time that it happened. Despite the fact that I had no idea when I would be able to give him the gift that I had been putting away for him for such a long time, I remained hopeful. I shut my eyes and tried to picture his face as he drove his fingers deeper and deeper into my tight and wet little hole. I imagined his face looking down at me.

I mumbled something to the effect of "Please take my virginity."

Yes, I’d set aside some time for him. I had avoided having sexual encounters for all of these years because I desperately wanted the first cock that I felt slamming inside of me to be his. Over the course of my life, I had access to a wide variety of options. I’d had plenty of opportunities to expose myself to a variety of college guys, and I’d thrown them all away. And there were times when I was close to giving in to it. On a few occasions, I was so close to succeeding that it was embarrassing. But I’ve never let anyone fuck me just because I needed to cum just because they’re some random guy whose name I’ll forget in a few days. I’ve always backed away at the most crucial moment. My vibrator and an assortment of enticing toys served me well for that purpose.

It had been difficult to accomplish. It is extremely, extremely challenging. But I’d already finished school, I’d maintained my chastity, and I’d made a promise to give myself over to the only man I could imagine spending the rest of my life with.

I heaved a sigh as I thrust the vibrator deep into my pussy, biting the inside of my lower lip and clenching my sheets tightly in the other hand. I was aware that it was only a toy, a piece of vibrating plastic, but it gave the impression that Harvey was cocking me in my head. His cock was incredibly long, thick, and hard to the touch. For so long, I’d lusted after it and savored it from afar.

It was impossible for me to bury the toy very deeply without hurting myself. However, I used it as a way to make fun of my opening by imagining what it would be like if Harvey was successful in passing my hymen and successfully transforming me into a woman. The sheer pleasure of the fantasy caused my body to go into a fit of pleasure, and as I writhed against the bed, I experienced spasms and twitches throughout my entire body. I inserted and removed my vibrator from my dripping wet pussy several times, attempting to bury it as deeply as I could without causing myself pain.

I reasoned that Harvey would have to be more substantial. It is important that I am ready to talk to him. It was imperative that I ascertain that I would be able to accommodate his needs to the greatest extent possible. I felt a strange mix of pleasure and pain as I slid the toy further and further into my body than I had ever gone before. As I did this, I pushed the toy further and further into my body than I had ever gone before.

I reasoned that despite the discomfort, it was more indicative of the actual experience. I sobbed into my pillow, "Yes, yes, Harvey... Oh God, yes," and that was enough to get me to yell out his name. "Yes, yes, Harvey... Oh God, yes. I beg of you, fuck me."

I pushed my way through the door. Never in my life have I put in such long hours of labor. I was writhing and twitching on my bed, jerking and twitching as bolts of intense pleasure shot through my body. I had the sensation that I was being shocked by electricity, and every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire.

Despite the fact that my body experienced pleasure that was beyond anything I could have imagined, I was confident that the real thing would be even better. I had an idea that the sensation would be one hundred times more intense than what I was experiencing at the time when Harvey was making me cum.

I was resolved to make my dream – a fantasy that I’d entertained ever since I was a young girl coming into my own sexuality – a reality now that I was back home, where I was in close proximity to the man whom I’d adored ever since I was a child. I believed that I could do it. It was agreed that I would marry Harvey. I had every intention of turning myself in to him. And because he was going to be staying with us for a few days starting tonight, I reasoned that I would have plenty of opportunities to fuck the man who I had secretly lusted after for years.

The one and only obstacle was that Harvey did not know what my plan was. I was completely unaware of the extent of my fascination with him. I was completely unaware that I was about to hand over my virginity to him and force him to f*ck me like the filthiest little whore on the face of the earth. I was extremely excited about this upcoming event.

He was wholly oblivious to every single one of these facts. However, not for very long. In a short amount of time, he was able to learn everything that was important to him.