Rocked by the Billionaire by Lola Swain Page A

anything. Instead, I crawled into the lap of Aiden’s hot drummer Devon and stuck my tongue in his ear. Aiden grabbed me by the arm and asked me what I was doing.
    “Getting fucked, Daddy,” I said into Aiden’s ear. “Isn’t that what you do?”
    Aiden stood from the table, said something to Devon and grabbed Lucia by the arm. He leaned down to me and put his mouth on my ear.
    “You are a fucking bitch!” he said and dragged Lucia out of the club.
    I asked Devon what Aiden said to him and Devon told me he told him to stay away from me. It didn’t deter Devon though, we went back to his hotel and fucked the night away. Poor Devon, I fantasized he was Aiden the whole night.
    When Lucia and I met up the next day, she told me that Aiden and she went back to his hotel room and he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked before.
    “My fucking bum,” she said as we sat in our seats on the plane back to London. “I don’t think I’ll ever be right again.”
    “Tell me all about it,” I said. “Tell me what it was like with him.”
    Lucia told me that Aiden was the best lay she ever had. How he first went down on her and did this thing with his mouth on her pussy that made her cum in seconds, she was sure to emphasize seconds . Lucia said that when Aiden fucked her pussy, the width and length of his cock hit something deep inside her that made her cum again just from the fucking. And then he fucked her asshole, and while it wasn’t the first time Lucia had anal, it was the only time that she actually got off from the anal alone. And finally, that he fucked her so hard she passed out.
    “I’m serious Lexi,” Lucia said and giggled, “I passed the fuck out. Cold. You have to fuck him. You just have to.”
    And that was all I needed to hear.
    Not that the idea hadn’t crossed my mind before, fuck, it was all I ever thought about. But hearing Lucia tell the story of their night together and seeing the glow on her face and even giggling at the newly acquired fuck-limp in her step, set me on a mission to get on Aiden.
    He resisted at first. Still pissed by the first brush-off he ever received in his life, he wouldn’t speak to me for about a month. This was unusual for us as we spoke every single day, no matter where we were. I pursued him hard, ignoring my friends and even my studies.
    I stalked him on the Internet, I read the papers and blogs that were about him or from him. I called him incessantly leaving messages, wrote him long letters and one day, even emailed him a nude picture of myself my friend Allen took. But he would not respond to me.
    And one night after coming home from a fancy dress party, I sat in front of my computer, still all dolled-up, and began my stalking ritual.
    An instant chat message popped up from Aiden that read: What are you doing psycho?
    My heart pounded and I got dizzy. Finally, after weeks of trailing Aiden, he responded. That night, we chatted for a bit and he directed me over to the video chat and told me to set it up on my computer.
    We scheduled chats every night and at first it was just the normal conversation that we always had. But then, about a week into it, I got wise to the game and increased the sexiness of my dress.
    I started with low cut shirts and jeans and tried to appear as if I hadn’t spent three hours trying to look natural. Then, I moved on to short skirts that showed off my long curvy legs and tight ass. I walked around the room while I chatted with him and made sure to bend over a few times to pick up the imaginary litter on the floor. One night, I hit him with wearing only a red lace push-up bra and lace G-string. That was the outfit that snagged him.
    And now, three weeks after masturbating in front of each other on the video chat every night, I am leaving for his house in Spain in the morning to spend some face time, which will turn into cock time, with him.
    “I want to see your cock, Daddy,” I said into the monitor as I rubbed my pussy. “Do