Billionaire Daredevil In Love

Nadine.

I immediately recognized the lady.

It was the same lady who had accosted me at the bar, threatened me, and told me to stay away from Clayton. She had said her name, but I could not now recall it.

“Hi, Nadine,” she said, smiling.

Clayton must have told her my name. She wore a crop top that revealed a pierced navel, and her leather miniskirt exposed her thighs.

“Hi, Nadine,” Clayton said, coming over to me and stroking my chin.

“What is this?” I asked him.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, “just some fun.”

He started to unbutton his shirt. He took it off and tossed it on the marbled ground. My eyes lingered on the bulge of his pectoral muscles.

“Natasha, come over here,” he ordered.

“Natasha, that’s her name,” I thought to myself. She had been leaning on the wall, and when he called her, she walked slowly to his side.

She ran a hand on his chest, grazing his nipples, and for a second, I wished that it was me standing close to him, feeling his body. He pulled her into himself and kissed her with a fierce passion.

“Shit,” I said to myself.

Clayton.

I had a change of plans.

Formerly, I wanted to have sex with Nadine, so much that her life would nearly leave her, but then I decided on some fun. So, I called Natasha over. We would have sex in front of Nadine, and she would watch, like forced voyeurism.

Natasha pulled away from kissing me and brought her lips lower to my nipples; she nibbled on it.

“Ahh, yeah, baby,” I moaned aloud.

I made eye contact with Nadine and gave her a small wink. “Bitch, how do you like this?”

“You are disgusting, bastard,” she muttered but I heard her.

I let out a small laugh.

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I pulled Natasha up by the hair and helped her out of her crop top. I heaved her up and carried to her the bed.

“Watch this carefully, Nadine,” I instructed.

Natasha knelt by the bedside, pulled out my dick, and started to blow me.

“Ohh, yeah, baby,” I groaned.

“Fuck yeah.”

Nadine.

“Ugh, disgusting pervert,” I said to myself as I watched Natasha give Clayton a fellatio.

At first, I felt bile rise inside me as I watched Natasha’s head bobbing on Clayton’s groin. He made eye contact with me and gave me a smirk.

“Can you do it like this, bitch?” He asked me, running his hand across Natasha’s head.

“Fuck you,” I said.

He laughed.

“No, you can’t,” he said. “You’re just a thieving, good-for-nothing whore, and you don’t deserve-”

His sentence was interrupted as he groaned loudly, tossing his head upwards.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he said aloud. “There. There.”

Nadine worked faster, bobbing her head as he stroked her hair. I just watched, swelling in disgust.

He let out a loud groan, pushed her away, and stood over her, spraying his cum on her face.

“Oh, yeah, baby boy,” she said. “Give it to me.”

I watched Natasha sticking her tongue out and licking the semen on her face, and the sight made me retch audibly.

“What is it, girl?” Clayton asked. “Can’t stand a creampie?”

He chucked, and Natasha giggled.

He helped Natasha to her feet, and they started kissing again. I rolled my eyes. They were not done yet, because they collapsed on the bed, groping each other’s bodies, moaning loudly. Clayton raised Natasha’s skirt and very swiftly and expertly, I saw him slide a condom over his penis. In a matter of seconds, he was inside of her, pumping with such energy.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Natasha said underneath him, in between gasps.

“Say my name!” Clayton commanded. I saw him wrap his hand around her neck.

“Clayton!” she cried, her voice sounding muffled.

“Say it!” he commanded again.

“Clayton!” she screamed, her voice more high-pitched than normal.

I rolled my eyes.

I was beginning to ache all over from my hands being tied at the back, and my knees being on the floor for so long. I grunted. I could not remain in that position.

Clayton.

Natasha was one of the finest women I’d ever met in my life, and she was submissive, which is why I had kept her close for so long.

I took longer to release, and when I was done, I lay beside her, our chests rising and falling in near synchrony. Then I heard Nadine grunt. I heaved myself up to look at her. There was a look on her face as if she was in pain and was trying to conceal it.

“Bitch, what is wrong?” I asked her.

“Well, what isn’t?” She retorted, twisting her hands at her back. “Look at me.”

I snorted and then sat up on the edge of the bed. Natasha lay still; she must have been exhausted after all that action.

“I hope you had a good view,” I said to her with a smirk. “I’m sure you did.”

I saw her roll her eyes.

“You make me want to puke.”

“Girl, shut the fuck up before I smack you,” I threatened.

She recoiled.

I stood up and paced the room. I wasn’t going to smack her, I just wanted to scare her a bit. I walked over to the small refrigerator nearby, opened it, and pulled out a can of beer.

I opened the tab and raised it in mock cheer to Nadine before guzzling it. I walked over to her side when I had allayed my thirst. Already, Natasha was snoring.

“You know something, Nadine,” I told her tipping her chin with my index finger. “We could have made a good couple. We could have had a smooth relationship, but you’re such a stupid whore, and you had to fuck it up.”

Silence.

She said nothing, only stared at me.

“Want some beer?” I asked her, but as soon as I put the can to her lips, she turned her head.

“Well,” I said shrugging. I put on my shirt and walked out of the room.