The Billionaire’s Big Bold Wish: An Older Billionaire/Younger BBW Romance (The Billionaires’ Club)

‘Daddy, ‘ I moan as powerful waves of need buffet my body, threatening to rip me apart. I’ve never felt anything like it before and I’m a little afraid that I’m not going to survive it. But I’m in Justice’s arms and I know he’ll take care of me and make it better. He’s been secretly taking care of me since the day we met. I didn’t understand it then. Part of me couldn’t understand why a man like him would care if something happened to me when no one else did.

I understand now. Justice feels the same undeniable pull, the same powerful connection. We’ve both been running from it, afraid to give in to the dark desire between us. Afraid to let it consume us.

I’m not afraid anymore.

I woke up in his arms this morning, scared he would be different than he was last night. That he’d go back to keeping me at arm’s length and running. So I tried to run first. It didn’t work. He found me. I think he’ll always find me. No matter how scared I get or how much of a brat I act like because of it, he’ll find me because he needs me too.

Because he loves me too.

I was wrong when I thought he didn’t really see me. He sees me more clearly than anyone else ever has. The things I want from him don’t repulse him. Quite the opposite. He needs to be my daddy as badly as I need to be his baby girl.

No one else has to like it. We don’t need their approval. All we need is what’s between us. 

‘You are so fucking beautiful, baby girl,’ he says, laying me out in the center of his bed. The sheets are all tangled and in disarray. He runs the back of his hand down my cheek, his gaze soft, full of affection. ‘Every time I look at you, you take my breath away.’

‘Y-you’re beautiful too,’ I whisper, feeling shy. Out of all the things I’ve ever said to him, that one takes the most courage. The admission that I’ve looked at him, not just in passing but intently. Obsessively. Repeatedly.

‘Yeah?’ He grins at me, bossy billionaire and wicked daddy all rolled into one. ‘You think about daddy when you touch yourself, don’t you?’

I bob my head in a nod.

‘How long, princess?’

‘S-since the beginning.’

‘Shit.’ He squeezes himself through his sweats, his eyes turning to the darkest midnight.

‘It was the only way,’ I whisper, the look on his face making me bold, brave. I want to push him, just to see how far he’ll let me go before he breaks. ‘I couldn’t get there unless I thought about you touching me, or kissing me, or….’

‘Or what?’ he growls, yanking his sweats down to wrap his fist around his shaft. He’s beautiful there too, long and so thick I know I’m going to feel him every time I move tomorrow.

‘Teaching me how to please you,’ I say, squeezing my legs together when a spurt of cum shoots from his cock. It lands against my thigh. ‘Teach me, daddy.’

‘Fucking hell,’ he swears, his expression feral. His eyes drift close as he searches for control. I don’t want him in control though. I want him as crazy as he makes me.

‘Please, daddy? I promise I’ll be good.’

I don’t get to see him break. It happens as soon as I promise to be good. He moves like a big cat on the hunt, so fast I don’t even have time to brace myself before he’s on top of me.

I cry out in bliss as his strong arms close around me, flipping me onto my back. Half a second later, my shorts and panties are around my knees. His hand connects with my bare ass in a sharp smack I feel everywhere.

‘Daddy!’ I wail into the room, nearly levitating off the bed as the pain sends pleasure shooting to every nerve ending in my body. It does something else too. Grounds me. The whole world disappears, quieting the usual chaotic roar of my mind. I find peace with his hand on my ass and his curses ringing in my ears.

And then I find heaven.

‘You taunt me just because you can, don’t you?’ he growls, kneading the cheek he just smacked. ‘You like making your daddy crazy.’

‘N-no,’ I gasp, writhing in bliss. ‘I love it.’

His hand comes down on my right cheek as his roar echoes off the ceiling. I jerk beneath him, crying out his name again. Moisture slicks my thighs. His cum still soaks my shirt, plastering it to my skin. I like the way it feels there.

He spanks me twice more, setting off detonations in my belly. They feel so good. I don’t ever want him to stop.

‘Shh, baby girl,’ he whispers, caging me in beneath him and kissing all over the back of my neck. Only then do I realize that I’m babbling the words out loud, telling him over and over that it feels so good. Begging him not to stop.

I can’t seem to help myself. For so long, I’ve wondered what it would feel like to have his hand on my ass. I’ve tried for so long to push him far enough to finally give in and punish me. Even before I understood what that meant, I wanted it. I needed it.

I think he did too. In that, we’re evenly matched. I don’t think I understood before that we’re two parts of the same whole, designed for one another. I was so busy running from it, terrified of losing him for good, that I couldn’t see it.

That’s over now.

No matter how hard I push, he’ll be here.

No matter how afraid I get, he’ll find me.

No matter what I say or do, he’ll still be mine.

‘You don’t need to learn how to please me, pretty baby,’ he breathes in my ear. ‘You do that just by existing. It’s daddy’s turn to please you.’

‘Daddy,’ I sob, my heart filling so full I’m afraid it might burst in half. There’s no way it’s big enough to hold all the things I feel for him or how happy I am in this moment… his cum marking my body and his handprint across my bottom.

‘I’m going to teach you why you need to think about daddy to make the ache go away, baby girl,’ he says, grinding his dick against my ass. It wedges itself between my cheeks, making me sob.

‘Goddamn, I can’t wait to slide inside that tight little hole,’ he growls, his weight pressing me down into the bed. With him on top of me and my shorts and panties around my knees, I’m completely at his mercy. Yet I’ve never felt so free. He may be the one in control, but I’m the one with the real power here.

He dry humps me like he can’t help himself. Although, I’m so wet that there’s really nothing dry about what he’s doing to me. His cock glides with ease between my cheeks, bumping against my back entrance with every pass. He doesn’t try to push inside, but just the thought alone has me on the verge of an orgasm. I want him to take me there, to claim and possess every part of me.

He has my name tattooed all over him. I want his seed dripping from every one of my holes. If that makes me bad, then I’ll wear that title proudly. I’ll be bad for him. Always for him. 

‘Roll over, princess,’ he demands, sliding one hand beneath me to help. It’s awkward, but somehow, we manage to roll until he’s on his back beneath me and I’m on top of him, staring up at the ceiling. His dick is still wedged between my cheeks.

He pulls my shirt up and then splays his hand across my belly. It quivers beneath his palm, excitement shooting through me.

‘Keep your legs together,’ he murmurs in my ear, his hand creeping down my abdomen toward my center. ‘Don’t move them until I say.’

I try to tell him that I understand, but my throat is bone dry. All I manage to do is squeak. He seems to know what I’m trying to say. His fingertips brush my sex.

My body reacts, instinctively jolting upward, trying to get me closer to him.

His sharp smack to my pussy shocks me.

I cry out, jolting again. Somehow, it feels even better than his hand on my ass did.

‘Easy, princess,’ he croons, cupping my right breast in his free hand. His fingers close over my nipple, pinching it. The thumb of his other hand glides down my slit, parting my folds.

‘Daddy,’ I sob, overwhelmed by sensation.

‘God, baby girl. You’re so fucking wet.’

‘I’m s-sorry!’

His wicked chuckle ruins me. ‘You think I’m mad about it, princess? Hell no. I’m going to keep you this wet for the rest of your life,’ he growls in my ear. His thumb settles against my clit, thrumming there. ‘I want you dripping down your thighs before I get inside you.’

‘P-please,’ I beg, though I’m not sure exactly what I’m asking for or what I need.

He knows though. Somehow, he already knows my body better than I do. He grinds his thumb against my clit and pinches my nipple at the same time.

I shatter apart abruptly, wailing his name. My entire body seizes up, waves of bliss crashing through me in a maelstrom that leaves every inch of me overly sensitized and somehow still desperate at the same time.

He doesn’t let up. His thumb rolls against my clit again and again, his fingers circling my hole. He touches every part of me, toying with my body like it’s his to command now. My name whispers from his lips as if he finds pleasure in touching me, as if he feels as good as I do right now.

‘This is why you think about daddy, Milan,’ he growls, rocking his hips so his erection slides between my cheeks again. The head of it bumps against his thumb and my clit with each pass. ‘Your body knows it belongs to me, that only I can give you what you need.’

‘Yes. God, daddy, please,’ I plead. The need to move my legs, to spread them wide is almost overwhelming. I writhe on top of him, unable to stay still. Unable to stop begging him for more. He’s right. My body does belong to him.

He yanks the cups of my bra down. The lace scratches across my nipples, making me cry out his name again. Everything feels so good. Every time he moves beneath me, I feel him everywhere. He’s wicked, punishing me with pleasure and then easing off until the need to come again is unbearable. It tears through me, twisting my stomach into knots.

It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s everything.

‘Daddy, please!’ I scream, unable to stop myself as need builds higher and higher.

The next thing I know, I’m flying through the air. Right before I land on the bed, he grabs me, laying me out beneath him. I catch a flash of his face, his eyes blazing with heat, and then he’s ripping my shorts and panties off of me.

‘Daddy!’ I wail, clawing his back as he buries his face in my sex with a savage growl.

He eats me like he’s a wild animal, digging his hands into my hips to lift me toward his mouth. He’s loud and messy, snarling and growling as he licks my clit and then sucks my lower lips into his mouth one at a time. He presses his tongue to my hole, pushing his way inside to fuck me with it.

I cling to the sheets and then to him, pulling his hair, trying to hold on. I feel like I’m flying and falling at the same time, my insides floating upward and then plummeting back toward earth in dizzying circles. It’s the most powerful sensation I’ve ever felt, and I never want it to end.

Until his tongue creeps lower. And then lower again.

He presses it against my back entrance, eating me there too.

As soon as I feel it there, I come again. A flurry of explosions detonate inside me all at once, ripping through my veins like fire. They unmake me entirely, melting me into nothing but a pool of pleasure and sensation. It’s massive, overwhelming. I try to push him off, to slow it down before it kills me.

‘Take it, princess,’ he growls, ruthlessly holding me down beneath him. He captures my hands in one of his, easily controlling my body. He doesn’t stop eating me, doesn’t give a single inch. He keeps on until he’s satisfied. Until I’m begging.

He dominates me with frightful ease, as if he’s done this to me a thousand times before and knows exactly how to make me submit. I do, with a whimper that I feel in my soul.

This man… My God, this man is going to own me. And I’m going to love every minute of it.

He releases me with a groan, leaning back on his heels. The look of satisfaction in his eyes is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Sin has a corporeal form. It’s him on his knees between my legs with my juices dripping down his chin onto his chest.

‘Damn, pretty baby,’ he breathes, his gaze raking like fire over my body. ‘Did that feel as good as it tasted?’

‘Daddy,’ I mumble, boneless, formless…ruined.

He wipes my juices off with the back of his hand and then helps lift me into a seated position. He holds onto me, chuckling when I sway.

‘Steady, baby girl,’ he croons, pressing his lips to my temple. ‘Let daddy get this shirt off of you.’

I hum an agreement, letting him do what he wants.

He chuckles again and then pulls it off over my head, holding me carefully because my body won’t cooperate with my attempts to help him. As soon as the shirt is out of the way, he undoes my bra and slides it off too.

He lays me back gently, carefully brushing my hair to the side so I don’t lay on it. He’s so tender, so sweet, taking care of me like I’m the most important thing in the world to him. I never imagined that he could be like this or that I could feel like this…so cherished. So loved.

‘Are you on birth control, Milan?’ he asks, jerking his sweats the rest of the way off.

I shake my head, my gaze fixated on his cock. God, he’s beautiful there, so long and thick and hard. Precum drips from the slit, wetting it. He wraps a hand around his shaft and squeezes as his eyes rove over me again, hot and wild.

‘I’m not wearing a condom,’ he says.

‘What if… What if I get p-pregnant?’ I whisper, pressing my thighs together at the thought.

He arches a brow, hitting me with another look that’s pure sin. He falls forward, catching himself on his forearms at the last minute. His lips land against my cheek and then slide toward my ear. ‘Then the whole world will know that you let daddy take what belongs to him, Milan.’

‘Daddy,’ I moan, his wicked words setting off another detonation in my belly.

‘I want them to know,’ he whispers.

‘M-me too.’ I writhe beneath him. ‘Please.’

He takes my mouth in a deep kiss, not holding back anything. He pours his entire soul into it, marking me with his obsession and his need, with his devotion and adoration. He claims me, possesses me…makes me fall a little bit deeper. I taste myself on his lips and love it.

By the time he breaks away, I’m trembling again, aching again.

He leans back, sliding one hand around my thigh to hook it over his hip. His erection lands against my center. He notches it at my entrance and then groans, sliding his other hand up my stomach and then between my breasts. He wraps it around my throat, lifting my head up to make me watch.

‘I love you,’ he whispers.

‘Daddy,’ I whisper back.

He thrusts forward in one hard move. My body resists the intrusion for a split second and then he’s inside of me, tearing through my hymen. He doesn’t stop until the head of his cock nudges my cervix and he’s buried balls deep.

Pain and pleasure rip through me in tandem, tangled so tightly I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. He’s so damn big he brings tears to my eyes. I writhe beneath him, caught in a sticky web of pleasure and pain and overwhelming joy. It hurts and doesn’t hurt enough.

‘Breathe, baby girl,’ he croons, holding himself perfectly still to let me adjust. He releases my throat long enough to brush my tears away with gentle fingers before returning it to my throat. ‘The pain will stop in a minute, I promise. Just breathe for me.’

I don’t want it to stop.

‘Daddy,’ I moan, trying to tell him that. ‘D-don’t stop.’

‘Milan, baby girl.’

‘You feel s-s-so good inside me. I like the way it hurts.’

Whatever control he has left, I steal with that simple whispered truth. He roars my name, yanking my thigh up higher on his hip. And then he starts to move. Even though I’ve broken him, he still starts slow, trying to take care of me. That ends when I cry out his name and claw down his chest, pleading for more.

He pounds into me then, fucking me so hard each deep thrust reverberates through me like a gong. His hand stays wrapped around my throat, pinning me to the bed as years of pent-up lust and desire explode around us. We’re both wild with need, lost to each other and the pleasure.

He doesn’t treat me like I’m breakable when he’s inside me. He fucks me like he means it. Like I’ve been slowly driving him mad since the day he met me. He gives and takes, knocking me breathless again and again.

‘Fucking hell, little girl,’ he growls. ‘How is daddy supposed to stay out of this cunt now?’

‘Don’t!’ I sob back at him. I want him to stay exactly where he is, pounding into me so hard I can’t catch my breath or see anything but him. No one warned me it would be this intense, this addictive. No one told me that he’d claim my virginity and steal my soul at the same time.

‘Never,’ he vows, pressing his lips to mine. And even though he’s fucking me hard enough to rattle the bed, his kiss is soft, sweet, full of adoration. ‘Never, princess.’

I claw down his back, writhing and contorting beneath him, completely lost in him and the way he makes me feel. I’ve never felt this wild or free before, not even when he spanked me. I take everything he gives me and demand more, more, more. I’m greedy for it, desperate to possess him as thoroughly as he possesses me.

He pinches my nipple, and then bites the other. Releases his grip on my hip to play with my clit. He’s all over me, playing with my body as if he owns it. As if he knows exactly where to touch me to make me moan and beg…exactly what I need to send me barreling over the edge.

My inner muscles clamp down on him, an orgasm blooming in my belly.

‘Yes,’ he groans when he feels it. ‘Scream for daddy, baby girl. Break for me.’

I do, wailing his name so loudly my throat hurts as the orgasm rips me savagely apart. I forget to breathe; forget I even know how to pull air into my lungs. The world ruptures down the middle, cracking right in half before slowly reforming. When it does, I’m no longer the lonely girl afraid to get too close, or the brat desperate to be loved. I’m both and neither. I’m his brat, his baby girl. Exactly like I was always meant to be.

‘Milan,’ he roars, slamming into me without rhythm once. Twice. A third time. He roars my name again as his world cracks apart too. He spills into me in a heated rush that warms me from the inside out. He pumps his hips, groaning as he fills me full of him and what we just did together.

We writhe and contort and twist and fall together, tangled up in bliss and covered in sweat and cum. We’re whole for once, in perfect accord. Our cries of ecstasy blend into a sigh of completion that echoes throughout the room. And for the first time that I can remember, I let someone see me cry.

I bury my face in his throat, clinging to him as sobs wrack my body.

‘Baby girl,’ he whispers, kissing all over my face. ‘Shh, pretty baby. I’m right here.’ He holds me close, running his hands all over me, worshipping me again. He shelters me with his body, my daddy in every way.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper what feels like a lifetime later. We’re in the bathtub, tangled up together as closely as we were in the bed. He hasn’t let me go once, not even to start the water. He’s holding me so close; I don’t think he’s ever going to let me go again.

‘Never apologize to me, pretty baby,’ he whispers back, brushing strands of hair out of my face. ‘You needed that.’

I bob my head in a nod, turning my face up to his.

He seems to know what I want. He kisses me softly, sweetly.

‘Did I hurt you?’ he asks when he pulls away.

‘No,’ I assure him. He didn’t hurt me at all. It was just intense. For the first time in my life, I felt peaceful, completely at ease with myself. ‘ I think I was just overwhelmed. I guess there’s always been this feeling of…dirtiness, maybe. Like needing you to be my daddy was wrong or made me bad. I kind of expected that it would always feel like that, but it doesn’t. I feel peaceful. Right.’ I pause, not sure I’m making any sense. ‘I never imagined it could be so beautiful.’

‘My sweet girl,’ he murmurs against my lips. ‘What am I going to do with you?’

‘Love me.’

His lips curve into a smile. ‘Don’t you know? I’ve loved you all along.’

‘I think I did know,’ I admit, curling up in his lap again.

‘You just weren’t ready to believe it.’

‘I’ve never had that before…someone to love me.’

‘Ainsley loves you.’

He’s right. She does. But this is different.

‘Needing a daddy doesn’t make you bad,’ he murmurs. ‘What happens between us will never be anything less than right. It’s my job to take care of you, to give you what you need. Sometimes, it’ll be rough. We’ll say and do filthy things. Other times, it’ll be soft. But I will never make you feel anything less than perfect, Milan. That’s my promise to you as your daddy. You will never feel anything less than completely accepted and wholly adored.’

‘I think I already feel that way,’ I say.

‘Good,’ he grunts. ‘Then I’m doing my job right.’

I smile as he wraps me up in his arms again, trailing kisses all over my shoulders. We stay just like that for several minutes before he grabs a loofah and dumps his body wash onto it to wash me up.

‘I love this,’ he murmurs, running the loofah down my belly.

‘Bathing me?’

‘Taking care of you,’ he corrects. ‘I’ve wanted to do it for so long.’

‘You’ve been doing it for a long time. You’re the reason my father showed up at my eighteenth birthday,’ I say, and then bite my lip. ‘You’re also the reason I feel safe at his house. I know I’m never really alone, that you have someone watching me.’

‘I watch you.’

I freeze and then pull back to look at him. ‘You watch me?’

The loofah circles my belly.

‘All the time,’ he admits, meeting my gaze. The truth reflects in his eyes, burning bright. He’s not ashamed of it in the least. ‘I’ve sat outside your house for hours, just waiting for you to walk past the window or step outside so I could catch a glimpse of you.’

‘I didn’t know that.’

‘There’s a lot you don’t know.’

‘Like what?’

He stares at me for a long moment as if silently debating how much to tell me. ‘The camera outside your front door. And outside of the guest suite here.’ He swallows hard, nervous. ‘I never put one inside your personal space. I didn’t go that far.’

‘Oh,’ I whisper, not sure how I feel about that.

‘In the spirit of full disclosure, I wanted to,’ he admits, dragging the loofah up and down my arms. ‘But I knew putting cameras up at all crossed a line. I just…couldn’t fucking stop myself. Knowing where you were was the only way I managed to get any work done. Otherwise, I just worried constantly. I have pictures of you too. From your social media. From Ainsley. My phone is full of them.’

‘Um, when did you put up the cameras?’

‘Six months ago. You took off to Paris on the spur of the moment, and Travis missed you leaving. I had to ask Ainsley where you were and then wait for Van to track you down. I don’t think I drew a breath until he found you tucked up in your hotel.’ His eyes meet mine. ‘I shouldn’t have done it, but I don’t regret it.’

‘I used to sit outside your bedroom door at night,’ I blurt out.

‘I know.’

‘I wasn’t trying to be creepy,’ I rush to say. ‘I just…I knew you had nightmares and I didn’t want you to be alone. Once you settled down for the night, I would go back to my room.’

‘This is your room,’ he says, narrowing his eyes on me, being all bossy again. ‘You’re sleeping in here with me from now on. No more of this guest room bullshit.’

‘Do I get a say?’

‘Depends on what you want to say. If it’s yes, you can say it all you want.’

‘Then yes,’ I whisper, smiling like a crazy person.

He grins at me and then kisses me again.

‘You know this doesn’t mean you’re the boss of me, right?’ I ask once he gets back to work on washing me up.

‘Baby girl,’ he says, chuckling, ‘Your sexy little attitude keeps my dick hard. Fight me all you want to fight me. But just remember one thing.’

‘What?’

‘Daddy knows exactly how to calm you down again,’ he growls, dropping the loofah and plunging his hand into the water between my legs. ‘And he doesn’t play fair.’

‘Daddy,’ I moan.

His wicked laugh sends my body up in flames.

Lucky for me…he knows exactly how to put them out again.