The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max)

Lark heard the door of the hotel room open and Max's voice calling her name and she made wide eyes at her reflection in the mirror of her bathroom and then expelled a nervous breath.

"Sorry it took me so long to get back. Our fathers were insisting I meet with Heriberto and the jerk took a lot of time antagonizing me. He tried to make me agree to letting you go on a date with him in exchange for his help." Max's voice carried to her.

"Did you agree?" she called through the door fighting her smile at his cursed response.

"I'll date him before I let you date him," Max snorted. "Hell, I'll even let him do me before I let him take you

to dinner and something tells me he's not suffering from small d**k syndrome."

She couldn't help her laugh, "I think you like him despite the fact he flirts with me."

"Yeah, I do. He's actually really a nice guy if, you can get past the fact he kills people for a living, but I still don't want him around you." The sound of him yawning caught her ear. "I'm exhausted. We should go to bed early."

"I hope not too exhausted," she opened the door of the bathroom and watched him as he turned from where he was looking out the window of the hotel. She reveled in his reaction. His eyes widening as he staggered backwards, clutching the windowsill and his butt plopping on it as if unable to stand.

"Holy s**t," he whispered as he dropped to his knees, his tongue darting to his lips as if they'd suddenly gone dry and he needed to wet them. "Where the f**k did you go shopping today?"

"Do you like it?" she felt like a femme fatale. A black leather skater dress which hugged her curves tightly, a black leather choker with a single diamante in the center of it and thigh high stockings with lace garters. "The shop clerk said leather and lace is a classic." She lifted the edge of the dress to show off the lace panties under, "there's more lace here."

He cleared his throat as he watched her walk to the door, extra sway in her hips. She slid the deadbolt across the door and then turned to lean against the door. Her make up was dark and sultry and the color on her lips was a deep blood red. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on J(o)bnib.c(o)m. Don't miss out, visit it now. "Do you like my shoes, Max?" she turned her leg to show off the six-inch platform heels. She giggled as he remained kneeled on the floor.

"Lark," his voice was thick, and he wiggled his fingers as if beckoning her to come closer, "I need to touch."

"Do you?" she walked closer to the bed, not towards him and bent over, deliberately showing off her ass in the thong panty to pick up a bag sitting on the floor. "I bought you a treat."

"Baby, you are the f*****g treat." His eyes were trained on her thighs as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs a bit dangling the bag in her fingertips. He walked on his knees to her and then paused when she lifted her leg out and put her foot to his chest.

"Uh, uh, uh," she wiggled her finger. "No touching yet, Max."

"No?"

"No. You get to watch for just a minute for me to show you my trinkets."

"Watch?"

"Yup." She pulled out a s*x toy and as he blinked, she held it up and turned it on and off.

"Is that?" his voice cracked as he was unable to complete his question.

"It's a dildo, Max." she smirked at the way his dark eyes flitted from the toy to her crotch to her eyes and back again. She had him discombobulated and it was adorable. "However," she pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, "these are for you."

"Handcuffs?"

"Yes. I've never been with someone who would let me take control. Will you let me?"

"f**k yes." He held his wrists up eagerly.

She rose off the bed and gave him what she hoped was a seductive smile, "I want you to do something for me first, Max."

"Name it."

"Taste me, Max."

"Taste you?"

"That's right." She stood in front of him, "In these shoes, I'm realizing I'm exactly the right height for your head to be under my skirt right where I need it. I'm going to put this dildo in my p***y," at the word his eyes widened, "and I want you to lick up everything which drips from it."

"God damn, you do know my c**k is going to explode in my pants."

"Oh, yes, one more thing. Don't touch yourself Max. I get to do everything. When I get you on the bed and you're all handcuffed up, I want to be on top."

"This is the best f*****g day ever," he muttered as his head disappeared under her skirt, his fingers pushing her lace thong aside and his tongue finding its mark.

Lark's eyes closed, letting her head fall back as she teetered on her heels while he swept his tongue through her slit. "You're already wet," he groaned as his hands gripped her thighs.

"I've been thinking of this for the last hour and a half. I was half tempted to start without you and to," her voice broke as he sucked her into his mouth, "let you find me f*****g myself with the toy, but I decided to wait."

"I'm so glad," Max's voice was muffled under her skirt. He took the toy she put in his hand and with precision, gently eased it inside her. "Oh Lark, watching your sweet p***y take this toy in has to be the sexiest f*****g thing I've ever seen." He pulled it out and put it back in, "oh, I could watch this disappear inside your dripping wet cunt over and over."

His filthy tongue was nearly her undoing as he left it on its lowest setting and resumed licking the cherry of her budding nub while he continued pushing and pulling the device. Her legs were trembling, and she gripped his shoulders, wondering how on earth she was supposed to remain upright as the orgasm he was building in her body swirled low in her abdomen, close to spilling over.

He turned the toy up a fraction, and she doubled over, her belly resting against his forehead as she came hard. "Yes, Max, god yes."

When the shuddering stopped, she stepped back from him, his head reappearing from under her skirt and she leaned down and kissed his mouth, uncaring of the way his chin and nose were covered in her juices. "I love you, Max." His eyes widened at the softly whispered words. "I don't want to be like my grandparents realizing in their eighties they waited far too long to reconnect. I want you to know I love you and not just the affection we always say to each other. I mean I really love you. I loved you then and I love you now."

"I love you too," he whispered back his eyes watering. "More than anything on this planet."

"Good. Now get on the bed. I want to ride your cock." She gave a giggle as he bounded excitedly onto the bed, ripping his clothing off and throwing them haphazardly across the room. She couldn't help but laugh as he flung himself backwards on the bed and grabbed the headboard with his hands.

His excitement was evident, his shaft standing at attention, twitching with excitement. She took the handcuffs and secured them around one wrist, looped them through the top of the headboard and then attached to his other wrist. "Too tight?"

"No. Get on my dick." He lifted his hips. "Does the zipper at your boobs come undone? Please say yes." She threw her head back laughing at his exuberance, "Maximilian, you're naughty," she slowly undid the small zipper allowing the swell of her breasts to spill forward slightly, her n*****s still covered. "Better?" "God yes."

It dawned on her how much Max trusted her as he didn't even hesitate to engage in her game. She hoped he still trusted her after she enacted the next part of her scenario. She lifted the other box out of the bag and then put the empty bag aside. His eyes widened at the item in her hand.

"Uh."

"Is this okay?"

"Were you not satisfied last night?"

"It vibrates," she swallowed her nerves away. "You mentioned ones which vibrate, and I was thinking about it, and I think it would feel good for both of us."

"You bought me a c**k ring? A vibrating c**k ring?"

"Yes. The woman said it is silicone and stretchy and she took me into a room away from the other girls and let me point out a toy which I thought was comparative in size and she showed me how to safely put it on and take it off."

"You went into a s*x shop, got the clerk to give you lessons on how to engage in play with me and then came home and did all this?"

"Yes."

"I f*****g love you so much," he closed his eyes and groaned loudly. "Do you know how sexy it is to know you did this to please us? For us? I mean, last night's s*x was amazing and yet, the fact you want to be bold and experimental?" He nodded towards his dripping c**k, "dress me up, baby."

"I want more from you than your incredible stamina, Max. I want us both to feel incredible pleasure. Last night you wanted nothing more than to give me orgasm after orgasm. Tonight, I want us both to share in the bliss of it. She said it would give most pleasure if I was on top, which is why I did all this." "Honey, I am not complaining. No complaints. Come get it."

She grinned as she kitted him up in the device and then she gave a wide smile, "also, she said if you're the really trusting type, we could try ass play," at his widened eyes, she chortled, "but I said I wasn't quite comfortable enough for such things yet. I'm not ready to fit you with a butt plug, Max."

"Thank god," he choked back his own laugh which turned into a low moan as she turned on the vibrating tool.

"Now," she straddled his hips, "if you're a good boy, Max," she groaned as she slid down, rotating her hips

as his girth filled her exquisitely, "I did buy lube to try my toy later if you're interested in playing with me." He bit his lower lip and gave an exaggerated sniff.

"Max, what's wrong?" she looked at him worriedly, going completely despite the fact she was sitting impaled on him. He looked ready to cry.

"I'm kicking myself mentally for all the years I've missed. Nothing and I mean nothing in my life has ever compared to you. Damn Lark Hoffman, you're the perfect girl."

"I know," she smirked, "now sit back and enjoy the ride."