WHAT BILLIONAIRES TASTE LIKE

Opula thought her romance with Ziu was going to be limited to the office. She had only read about office romance but never had she imagined what it would look like, especially when it was full of pretense and revenge as hers. With the way Ziu was going about it she hoped not to fall in love with him. Although every night she had a Skype discussion and sex with Ruby just to make her heart fond of Ruby and not Ziu. She had heard about distance breaking up relationship and distance relationship being the hardest thing to keep. Every day she cultured her mind to keep to her revenge, and not to flop over the sensuality and wealth Ziu was going to shower on her. She knew she was out to enjoy the best treat any woman could ever have in her life. She sensed Ziu falling in love with her and ready to give her his kidney if she demanded for it.

But would she use it to her advantage or to her peril?

These days Ziu had appeared in her office more often, bought her lunch and exquisite flowers, spent almost all his work hours at her desk, chatting and discussing software and the future for Ziu Tech.

“You need to invite more notable men and women from all walks of life to invest in the company and buy shares. The strength of an empire cannot solely stand on the shoulders of a CEO,” Opula had said and observed his gaze was fully around her cleavage and thick nipples beneath her transparent gown. He was very much closer; so close that if he should stick out his lips to her face, he would earn a kiss.

“I must confess you are looking elegant this morning,” said Ziu.

That would be the tenth time he had said that in just a minute. She knew what he wanted.

Just the other day when she was using the rest room Ziu had sneaked to the door of the rest room and peeped at her while she urinated. She had seen him even when Ziu thought he was smart enough. Inwardly she gave herself pass mark for charming and possessing her victim.

It was time to give him his demand!

Opula stood from her swivel, cat-walked to the door and locked it.

Ziu stared, following her moves and studied her intention. His eyes came upon her bust and spotless thighs that called on him, the moment she stood before him in a seductive posture less frequented by even models.

“What do you want?” Opula asked, bringing her hand to hook of her armless gown on her shoulders and untied it. “Are you sure you can withstand the strength of my pussy?” she asked drifting gently to him.

Without much hesitation, her gown dropped to her heel. And Ziu couldn’t stop swallowing hard and smacking his lips at the big voluptuous breasts that pointed at him and well shaven meaty vagina lips which he had never seen all his life, not even on the body of his ex-wife.

“I must confess you are beautiful,” Ziu sounded, reached his hand to the phone and dialed some numbers. As soon as the receiver picked up from the other side, he said, “Hello, yes please I wouldn’t want to be disturbed in the next sixty minutes. I am in a crucial meeting.”

“OK, boss,” the receiver replied from the other end.

And he hung up, stood to his feet, and started squeezing out of his suit and sleeves shirt impatiently, yet with his eyes on her, observing what she was doing and hasting his cloths out of his body so he could join her.

Opula started cat-walking out of the office space into the mini-bedroom, and Ziu followed her, and shut the door once he walked in. gently like a cat , she crawled into the bed, lay on it, spread her spotless long, thick legs, and her vagina yawned at him to do the needful.

“Come over here and show me how you can fuck me to a climax only few women have achieved,” she whispered, put her finger in her mouth, thrusting it into her vagina and brought it back to her mouth again.

With his penis pulling out of his waist, Ziu trudged to her, crawled into the bed. He couldn’t believe he was about to make love to the woman he perceived to be the smartest, most intelligent and richest woman that had ever crossed his path. To Ziu he had found a wife.

“Come here, baby,” she urged him, twisting her waist and rolling her already wet vagina for his pleasure. “If you fuck me well, I promise to be yours forever, to be the only reason your dick stands at dawn. But if you disappoint my pussy, I will walk out of your life and run into the arms of the man that can make me experience sixteen century in bed,” she initiated him, observing the sweat that was already building on his anxious and worrisome face.

Just then she couldn’t twist her waist anymore. Ziu had gotten to her thighs, gripped her legs, parted it to gain more room for himself. He lay between her legs, stroked her wet vagina and observed the bitter-sweet looks on her face. His finger located her clitoris and he rubbed on it with a different texture still observing as her face grinned and squeezed in sweet-bitter sensation. Her teeth bit on her thick lips as he rubbed on it harder and it burnt her, with the intention of tickling her entire body into a piece of lust.

“Fuck me now,” she pled.

But Ziu did his motive. He stooped to her vagina and after several strokes into it, with the rim of his penis; he buried his face between her thighs and sucked into her vagina without any iota of pity, as though he was licking up the remnant of a plate of chicken sauce.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Opula slammed into the bed with her fist.

“Oh …yeah…oh…yes…there,” she struggled with her breath…