Submitting To The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Lena Skye Page B

mouse game, and so he would have to do a little more work in order to get me to purr. But for now, I just wanted to be fucked.
    I could hear him unzipping his pants and my pulse raced. I couldn’t wait for him to give me everything that he had. He pushed my panties to the side and rubbed the head of his cock against my clit before he slowly pushed into me. I tried to squirm, but his fingers dug into my flesh and held me in place.
    “ Don’t move, just take it,” he growled.
    I was getting frustrated because I wanted him to fuck me hard, and he was moving at a snail’s pace. It was clear that he was enjoying himself. I slapped the marble hard, “Fuck Kyle!”
    He pulled until only the head of his cock was inside of me and then he impaled me deep and hard. My pelvis hit the unforgiving slab painfully, but I didn’t care because he was inside of me to the hilt. I gasped as my orgasm waited to erupt, I was close already. He withdrew and slowly inched into me again. My body shook with need, and I whimpered. He took mercy on me and sped his pace up.
    “ Fuck me back Camille,” he demanded.
    I could have taken that opportunity to turn the tables, but I needed to cum. My body demanded its own release, and I pushed against him. His huge cock slammed into me over and again, and I imploded. My legs shook, but I continued to meet each of his pumps without stopping. I wanted him to feel just as great as I did. He pushed inside of me with the fury of the energizer bunny, and he coaxed another orgasm from my body before spilling his seed inside of me.
    I smiled in contentment as I thought about what a great day it turned out to be. My life was finally falling into place.
     
     

    Epilogue
    I always loved watching Camille get dressed in the morning. Her clothing choices lately reminded me of a sexy pin-up girl. She looked classy and sexy as hell. Watching her pull her pencil skirts onto her thighs and ass got my dick hard. Her shapely legs were pronounced when she slid on her tall Mary Jane pumps.
    “ Are you going to watch me or are you going to get dressed?” She asked as she stood there with her hands on her hips.
    “ Watching you is much more interesting that getting dressed,” I said as I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt.
    “ Well maybe I can help you with that,” she said coyly as she walked seductively over to me, kissed the side of my neck, before planting a kiss on my chest at the tip of my v-neck t shirt. I pulled her closer against me so that she could feel my arousal. If we kept going we were going to have to push our day back by a half hour.
    My hand slid over her ass and squeezed as I captured her mouth and ravished her. I then heard the annoying buzz of my phone on the nightstand. Camille groaned against my lips as she went to grab my phone and bring it to me. I slapped her on the ass on her way to get it.
    It was the security desk calling me.
    “ Hello?”
    “ Sir, I’m so sorry to bother you and I tried to call your home phone first.”
    “ We cut the ringer off,” I said gruffly.
    I didn’t want to give Sarah any attitude, but I was a little upset about being bothered.
    “There is a woman down here that wants to speak with you. She asked to come upstairs, but I wouldn’t allow her up.”
    “ Please send her away. I don’t take random meetings and certainly not with someone that shows up to my home. Give her the number to my assistant and have her call him,” I said in annoyance. I was willing to bet that it was a reporter. I didn’t take the invasion of my privacy very well.
    “ Mr. Kane she says that her name is Jane Foster.”
    My body went rigid as I heard the name. I had not heard from her in years. What could she possibly want?
    “Is everything okay?” Camille asked.
    I gave her a slight nod as I walked to my window.
    “Ask her what her visit is regarding,” I said.
    “ I did Sir, she says that she wants to talk to you about your son.”
    “ Sorry, my son? I don't have a