Madam Billionaire

Coming home to a woman sleeping on his couch has never been his dream. But seeing the skinny woman wrapped up in all the fluffy stuff was making him smile.

Matteo had been busy at the club arranging his people to take over his job while he was going to babysit the sole billionaire heiress.

He felt a pinch of pain from his gunshot wound when he decided to lift her and move her to the bedroom. But she wouldn’t let him go and snuggled in closer to his body.

“Hold me please, Matteo.”

He sighed when she gets his name right, he didn’t want her to be reminded of Antonio. She deserves happiness, and he realized that it would be a while until she forgets about her love for Antonio and that was also why he needs to stay away from her.

She needs to heal, he thought. But she always looks so sad and it was making him want to cheer her up. Though he barely knows how, but he thought maybe by staying close he could make sure she has anything she might need. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was still dawn when Amara was snuggling in closer for warmth, and she was finding his naked abs underneath his shirt. While he was still sleeping and never felt more comfortable with anyone by his side.

That was until his alarm woke him up and he was startled by her arm on his body. Then he fell down the bed with a loud thud waking her in the process.

“Oh my God! Matteo!” she was quick to help our clumsy underboss. But as clumsy as he was, she too fell on top of him making him feel her soft and supple body on top of his own.

Their closeness was making her feel things that she shouldn’t and it made her back away from him. Both were feeling the same awkwardness and parted with some flimsy excuse they made for each other.

Matteo went straight to his home gym, while Amara was busying herself with their coffee and breakfast. She usually has her chef pack her food in her fridge and she would only need to reheat them. But she actually likes spending time in the kitchen whenever she was not busy with work.

It was not until a couple of hours later when Matteo finishes with his workout and finds Amara already fresh from her shower. She was wearing a simple sleeveless summer dress and a pair of leather flip-flops. While she was looking at him bare-chested for the first time. His bandage was still there but it didn’t seem to bother him with his workout.

She blushed seeing his perfect sweaty muscular body, shaped to perfection. His gym shorts hung low showing his perfect v trail and it was making it hard to peel her gaze from him.

“Uhm, coffee?” her voice was higher than usual from her nervousness. She didn’t know why he was affecting her that much, but then he smiled and it was making her heart beats funnily.

“You look beautiful.” Matteo blurted out his words, and smile wider when he saw her checking him out.

Well then… Matteo thought as he wiped his sweat with the towel which was still draped over his neck after his workout.

“Thank you.” She replied while pouring him a cup of coffee on the breakfast bar. But he slipped behind her, inches apart, and bravely move closer as he opens the fridge to get some orange juice.

She could feel his heat and wonder why her body reacts to him more than when she was with Antonio. With him, it was all tease and words, but with Matteo, she was feeling the heat. As if she needs to have him right there and then.

She cursed and forced herself to back away from him. But she couldn’t stop looking at Matteo when he started gulping down the orange juice as if he hasn’t drink in days.

Amara sipped her coffee while still looking at him. She could feel herself getting wet from seeing his perfect pectoral muscles, then lower to his perfect abs still glazed with sweat from his workout.

She knows she shouldn’t be having this feeling, her Antonio had just passed away.

“I know you still love him. I know I shouldn’t do this. So stop me…” Matteo couldn’t stop his desire for her as he moves forward and caged her to the breakfast bar. He could feel her erratic breathing, he could see her unsureness but she didn’t stop him. Not even when he put his hand on her small back and lower himself down to kiss her.

The spark was instantaneous, it was igniting his deepest carnal desire that he had tried to push down many times before.

She moans in his kisses, her hands roamed his muscular back and he was picking her up easily. He was walking back to the bedroom while she was still kissing him, pushing her body flat to his, wrapping her legs to his strong body.

She had never been handled that easily, and she was high in lust and was forgetting everything else.

I needed this. I need to let go. She thought as she tried to justify her sexual feels towards the sexy beast tangled to her body.

“Stop me…” Matteo whispered harshly in her ear, but she was moaning to his kisses and was letting him take off her dress as he lay her down to the bed. He groaned when he saw her slender body which strangely aroused him more than those voluptuous stripper bodies that he had grown accustomed to.

“Amara, baby…”

But she backed away from him only to unclasp her bra revealing her small but supple tits, and he was quick to grab them and suck them eagerly. She moaned louder from his roughness and arched her back wanting more of him.

Her legs parted wider while he was on top of her still wearing his sweatpants while grinding her with his erection. Her behavior was making him rip off her panties in one tug. Then he groaned when he finds her soaking wet for him already.

“Matteo, I want this. Please.”

“Damn it, Amara, stop me…” he was feeling conflicted but couldn’t stop himself from wanting her until she pulled down his pants and reached down for his dick then started stroking him.

“Fuck… we should… oh fuck!” he finally goes down on her and parting her legs wider. He holds her still while he devours her and takes her to the edge only to stop when she is about to climax.

The frustration was killing her and she was about to get up when he push her back down and told her to stay still.

“Condom.”

She bites her lip feeling embarrassed for forgetting the crucial thing about safe sex. He was back seconds later with Magnum XL condoms. He quickly sheathed himself while she rethinks about her decision.

She knows that he was big when she touches him but didn’t realize that he’d need an XL size condom.

“Amara, everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, ehm… an XL? really?”

He chuckled at her questions, but then whispered in her ear huskily.

“Fits like a glove, don’t worry I’ll go slow.”

She holds on to his body as he pushes inside her. He groaned when he felt her tightness, he could feel her nails dig deep into his back. But then she moaned when she felt him stretch her and start to flatten her front to his when he moved in and out of her excruciatingly slow.

She was adjusting herself to him. The girth, the length, he was filling her, taking her high in seconds. She moaned louder, he groaned deeper.

“Matteo… yes… again…”

He cursed when her tightness was squeezing him making him pulsate with desire. He had never wanted to fuck someone so hard, but he needed to be gentle with her.

“Amara, you…”

But then he lost it when she started moving under him and pulling him down for a deep needy kiss. She was holding on to him telling him to go harder, then deeper, over and over again. They were ferociously fulfilling their needs until they finally climax simultaneously.

He dropped to her side, but she kept on kissing him while holding him possessively. Then his heart sank when he felt her tears on his neck.

“Please, stay…” she holds him tighter as if she was afraid that he would leave her to die.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He holds her tight in his embrace and kissed her back slowly and passionately.

“I’m here.” He cursed her stepfamily on the inside while keeping her to his chest.