Page 17 of Dirty Filthy Billionaire: Part 1

Weston

Sleep does not come easily.I keep drifting in and out, and whether I’m awake or in a fit of sleep, I keep seeing Mia’s face.

The taste of her, the softness of her cheek, the roundness of her hips—these are things I can’t forget. I can still feel and taste her as if she’s right here with me. God, if she were here with me in this bed…

Giving in to fantasy is the only way I’ll find sleep. It’s also the only way I’ll let myself have her.

With what Mia wore tonight, and as much as my hands skimmed her body, I can easily imagine what she looks like naked. I picture her on top of me, naked except for lacey little panties. She’s grinding down on my hard dick. I reach into my boxer briefs and take my hard cock in my hand, moving to the rhythm I picture her rocking on me. To see her looking down at me, her tits full as my hand reaches up to capture it, feel the hard nipple. In my mind she moves closer so I can suck on her nipple, letting my tongue flick over it as she moans and whimpers at my touch. I’d love to have her tits all on my face.

In my mind I flip her over on her back and take the lead, and it’s not hard to remember what her wet cunt felt like on my fingers. The memory is fresh, the tightness of her, the noises she made so close to my ear. I pull on my dick harder and faster as I remember, picturing her, feeling her. If only I could have just one night with her, one full night of doing everything I can imagine with her. So many things I’d do to that body. Suck her tits raw; finger fuck her until she came; eat her pussy; watch her suck on my cock…Jesus, when I picture that it’s almost more than I can handle. She’s so inexperienced and I would love to teach her, show her how to take pleasure, and how to give it. How to suck on my dick, taking me deep down her throat.

I don’t last any longer than that image. I explode as a reel of images floods my mind, images of Mia coming with me, exploding in ecstasy after much fucking.

I take a moment, my breathing intense and my heart racing. Finally I get out of bed to clean myself up.

As I walk back to my bed, I stop at the little desk in the corner of my vast room. I turn on the lamp and open the left drawer, pulling it out all the way so that I can reach into the back to grasp what I’m looking for. I take out the crumpled photo that I almost never allow myself to look at. I don’t even like allowing myself to remember. But tonight, after what Mia and I did and how she elicits such fantasies from me, I need to remind myself why I have to keep my distance.

I look at the picture of us, so young and innocent. Stupid is the word I think now.

We had no idea how ugly the world could be.

I wonder if Mia knows I grew up on a farm, and that at one point I thought I’d happily live my life there.

Her name was Samantha, and we were in love. She was my first love and she’ll be my only love. I can’t go back to those emotions. What happened to her was too horrific, too brutal, and I can’t ever let myself feel that kind of hurt again.

The one and only picture I have is one we took together, the blonde fields of the farm going on forever in the background. We’re both smiling, and her honey-colored hair is blowing in the gentle breeze of that day I remember so well. Little did I know that in less than a month she’d be gone forever.

Maybe I’m just drawn to Mia because something of her reminds me of Samantha. Or maybe I’m just really fucking attracted to Mia and that’s it. Maybe it’s just physical, and if there is an emotional connection, I can keep it at bay.

I know the right thing to do. Ever since that day on the farm, I’ve known the right thing to do. I just have to keep on that path, the one that got me here, the wealthiest self-made person under thirty in whole country. I can have any woman I want, and frequently do.

I put the photo away, in the deep recesses of the desk drawer where I try to forget its existence, yet can’t bring myself to throw out. Remembering her hurts too much, but it’s important for me to remind myself of why I can’t let myself get too close to anyone, especially women. Especially women like Mia Cassidy.

One thing is for sure—tomorrow, things will have to change.

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