World's Richest Man: I Leaped Across Time

I could feel the heat radiating off her body as she got closer and I reached out, running my fingers through her soft copper hair. It felt like silk against my skin, and I could sense her melting into my touch.

She tilted her head slightly, looking up at me with a daring smile. "Babe..." she whispered, her voice low, like she was testing the waters. "What are you hiding from me? You can forge identities, fake someone's death? Are you... part of a mafia?

A mob?"

The way she said it, with that edge--I could tell she wasn't worried. She was hooked. Hooked on the idea of me being more than the man she thought she knew.

I let the question hang between us for a second. My hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers brushing her skin. "No, Charlotte," I said coolly. "I'm not a part of a mafia... I have connections. I know people that can do illegal things for me, I run a ghost investment company, off the books; I move money illegaly..."

She wasn't scared. If anything, the excitement in her eyes only grew stronger. "Then is your identity forged too?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Are you Jack Somnus?"

I leaned in closer, my hand still buried in her hair, and my eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. "I'm Jack," I said firmly, my voice dropping. "I've always been Jack."

My fingers moved under her chin, lifting her face so her gaze met mine. I could see the submission in her eyes, a fire flickering beneath the surface, craving my control.

Tenderly kissing her lips, I opened my mouth and accepted her tentative tongue. As our breathing accelerated, my hand slid down her back to her bottom, then to the front to the inside of her leg.

Lifting the hem of her skirt, I smoothed my hand up the inside of her thigh. Even before my hand reached her panties, my fingertips skated through the sexual juice that had already sagged three inches down the inside of her leg. "Jesus Charlotte," I said, "you're like a damn fountain. What got you so excited?"

She moved back a little, standing in front of me and reached back to unzip her little black dress, molding itself to her body from chest to mid-thigh, somehow accenting her tits and her marvelous butt without being in the least vulgar or flashy.

As soon as the dress dropped to the floor, my jaw dropped.

Her torso was enveloped in a tight, black corset, which caused her amazing tits to almost defy gravity. The corset itself blended seamlessly with her lacy black panties, and accentuated her beautiful, lightly tanned skin.

"You had this on the entire time?"

"I wanted to give you a surprise when we get back home... but there was a change of plans," she said, her voice low and sultry as she edged closer, planting her knees on either side of my legs, positioning herself atop the bed.

Her fingers glided over my chest as she deftly removed my jacket, unbuttoning my shirt and letting it fall away from my body.

I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her head closer, kissing her lips with passion, causing her to moan in pleasure. She returned the kiss with reckless abandon, running her hands through my blonde hair.

Parting her lips from mine, she started to kiss her way down my neck and chest, slowly approaching my pelvic region.

Along the way, she slid from the bed to the floor, and every move she made held my attention. I did not want to take my eyes off of her.

Unable to control her curious fingers, she jerked on my zipper.

The way she looked at me made me want her so badly. Her blue eyes were like fire in water, passion in ice, if you can imagine that.

She slipped her fingers into the waistband of my pants and slid them to the floor.

I was left only in a pair of boxers that couldn't contain all of my eight and a half inches.

Charlotte reached for it, her fingers tracing the hard outline of my massive cock.

"Fuck. I'm such a WHORE for your dick, babe~"

I cupped her cheek and locked my eyes with hers. "Don't call yourself that. You're mine, Charlotte; you're not a whore. It's okay to like being a slut for my cock."

In an impish motion, she clenched her jaw and yanked down my briefs, releasing my hardness.

She let out a little gasp, her gaze fixed on my length, with hunger in her eyes.

With my hardened cock now pointing directly at her, she gave a wicked grin and began to stroke it as I sat at the edge of the bed.

After kissing the tip, she then moved to the base and licked the entire length of my shaft. As she reached the tip, she started back down my cock, taking me into her mouth as she did so.

She looked up into my eyes. "I know all your weak spots, so I'm going to make you cum right away~"

I marveled as she worked me with more skill and passion than she ever had. She swirled her tongue around me as she engulfed the big fuck stick with practiced ease, arriving at last at the base of my cock and beginning to deep throat me.

The sensations were unbelievable for me. The back of Charlotte's throat contracted around me, squeezing the head of my cock as she held me there. I was worried for a moment that I might choke her.

She began to suck and bob her head at a steady pace, keeping her tongue planted on the underside of my shaft. An occasional swirl as she approached the head, and I was already nearing climax.

She was undeterred, reaching around to grab my lower back as she accelerated, fucking me with her mouth for all intents and purposes.

Nearing the point of no return, I leaned over, took her head in my hands, and exploded at long last, spraying my hot load of cum down her throat with a growl of ecstasy.

Drinking my seed with glee, she looked up at me with her incredible eyes and sucked me from base to tip one last time, releasing my cock from her lips with a slight pop.

As I heaved and panted, she came back up on the bed, sat on me and cradled my head in her arms.

"I hope you're not done with me."

"Not ... even ... close."

Tingle. Flash.

I pushed Charlotte onto her back as she squealed with excitement, crawling over her to kiss her.

Though Charlotte liked the romantic tendencies of our lovemaking, her favorite part was when I took control.

She slipped her arms below her waist as we made out and again began to stroke my cock with her hand.

This produced the exact reaction she desired, with me beginning to kiss her neck before working my way down to the exposed tops of her incredible cleavage.

As I explored her new outfit, she began to encourage me. "It's all yours ... I'm all yours ... you can do to me ... all ... you ...

want..."

My explorations lingered around her breasts for some time before traveling lower.

I made my way to her lower body. I caressed one of her legs, kissing my way up her exposed skin, stopping just above the knee. After repeating the process with her other leg, I finally arrived at her panties.

I was planning a smooth way to yank them off of her, but I realized that wouldn't be necessary.

"Crotchless panties? You bad girl..." I marveled.

Giggling, she purred, "Thought you might like that."

"More like love it," I replied, slipping my finger into her moist slit.

As I fucked her with my finger, curling it up to massage her G-spot, I reached my left hand up to fondle her tits. But before I could grab them, Charlotte grabbed my wrist and began sucking on my middle finger.

This new sensation caused my cock to twitch, and I couldn't wait even a second longer; I had to be inside of her.

Standing up at the edge of the bed, I grabbed her legs with playful force and dragged her to me, impaling her on my cock as I did so, feeling my cockhead slide through a moist heat.

She was already soaking wet before and got even more so from my fingering.

"Haa... Ahh... Haa..." She gasped with widened eyes as she felt my cock fill her completely up.

I began to pump her at a moderate pace, angling my thrusts upward to continue hitting her sensitive spot.

As I fucked her, she couldn't help but fondle herself, groping her own breast with her right hand and using her left to play with her clit. Before long, the combination of the three sensations seemed to have brought her to a small yet very enjoyable orgasm, as her body quivered a little.

Feeling her seeping juices and contracting pussy only fulled my lust further, as I assumed a power stance and increased the speed of my thrusts.

Straightening her right leg against my chest, I wrapped my left arm around it while reaching forward with my other hand to take one of her tits in my grasp.

My fervor seemed to make her enjoy herself even more. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she kept a tight grip on the sheets, moaning all the while.

After being slammed hard about ten times, she let out, "JESUS CHRIST!" and shuddered even more violently. "Oh, god ... so good ... so strong ... take me ... Make me yours ...

Fill me up ... CUUUUUMMMMMMM!!!"

Her moans of pleasure, combined with the stunning visual of her lingerie-covered body, were too much for me to withstand.

I finally erupted inside of her, spewing my seed into her womb as she squirmed and writhed underneath me.

Holding her quivering body, I embraced her until her shivers and gasps subsided. Then, leaning my torso over her, I slid my hand up to softly caress her cheek.

Smiling, she slowly sat up and leaned in for a slow, sweet kiss.