A Wife for the Billionaire
Chapter 22: RICHARD

Chapter 22: RICHARD

After Cole, interviewing the others felt bland. Most especially as they failed to attain or even amount half of what he said and did.

The set before me was the ninth set, Helen Callaway and Aubrey Kent. They both got four questions right and one wrong. And I confess to being a tad eager to be done with them.

One more person before the climax.

"Vera," I called as she made to go call the next and final set.

"Just call whoever is remaining and save Sofia Blake for last"

She opened her mouth to say something and against her better judgment, she decided against it as she scrambled away.

Twenty seconds later, I watched Jenny Foil enter the room.

She was beautiful, I realized, with dark straight hair that cascaded her back like an obsidian waterfall, azure eyes that glinted in the sun, lips smeared in irresistible red, a perfectly carved face and a body like that of a model.

I might just fuck her afterwards. If she doesn’t prove herself worthy.

With a dazzling smile, she said,

"Good morning, Sir"

"Good morning" I replied, "you can have a seat" I added as I realized that she waited for my permission.

She was really raised right. The kind of girl who had a shot at marriage consideration and with the way my parents were on my neck, I might just consider her.

She wore a copy of Jodie Foster’s Armani jumpsuit during the 1992 Academy awards. Hers was black, a match for her dark hair.

She rocked the look like a runway model, I dare say even better than Jodie.

With the intensity of those blue eyes on me, I almost stuttered.

Clearing my throat with a firm reminder of who I was, I nonchalantly explained the reasons for the questions and asked them.

Seconds after I was done, she handed me her journal. She had gotten every question correctly. I looked at her only to find her gaze on me, hot and intense.

Had I not being who I was, I would have

felt uncomfortable under such mesmerizing gaze and had circumstances been different I would have fucked her senseless right there and then.

The images flashed through my ever wayward mind, how I would bend her over my desk, her moans as I pounded in and out of her. The sound of that dress being ripped away because the patience for her to take it off would be lacking. Those blue eyes glazed with the shine of ecstasy and the spread of that raven hair across my desk.

"Excuse me. Vera, get me a glass of water" I said, hoping my face didn’t burn to the effects of those images.

Drowning the whole thing in one long gulp, I faced Jenny Foil.

"Jenny, without these impressive qualifications and recommendations, do you think yourself worthy of being a Wellington staff and why?"

I watched as she ran a hand down her V shaped neckline, revealing the skin of her swollen breast.

I swallowed, really getting uncomfortable.

As if she didn’t just tempt me, she leaned back, crossed her legs and answered,

"Yes, I think myself worthy of being a Wellington staff even without my qualifications and recommendations. My looks hold a factor and my taste in fashion is one befitting of this great enterprise. Not to mention that I’m loyal and very obedient" she uttered the last sentence in a seductive tone hinting at the type of obedience she spoke of.

As if that wasn’t enough, she purposefully bent to retrieve something from her bag, revealing rigid peach blossoms that begged to be suckled.

I had removed my tie and yet it felt as if there was something locked around my collar. And beneath my desk, I could feel myself aroused.

"I hope you don’t mind?" she asked, sitting upright with a paper bag in hand.

"Not at all" I found myself responding.

Slowly she brought out a hamburger, pressing it with both hands, she took a bite as the cream fell.

"Oops, how clumsy of me" she said, dropping the hamburger.

I watched as she used her finger to retrieve the cream that splurged on her pants, exactly on the mid section. She did it in such a way that with her spread legs, it was like she was scooping a taste of her wetness.

Then I looked on as she slowly licked her finger, the sight and gesture weaving another layer of hardness to my already hard wood.

Again and again, she licked that finger, savoring it as if coated with a sugar syrup. The image of her savoring my dick in that same manner gripped my senses, her tongue wetting the walls of my wood before closing those red lips on it.

I felt my briefs wetten with precum as my wood tugged to be released, to be free, to plunder.

I found myself wishing the walls of my office weren’t made of glass, not that I mind people watching, but with non-employees close by, that would be a dent on my name and reputation.

Resolved in the spectacle, I leaned back and watched her as she touched herself. Her left hand rimmed her center, turning the fabric darker with her soaked wetness. While she still licked her finger, with enthralling torpidity.

Her breath caught in a sharp, pleasure-filled gasp as her body tensed, and her strokes became swift walling her center in rough brisk movements. She no longer licked her finger, but plowed it, slurping on it in fast thrusts.

Aaahhh aaa-hhh uuuhh

She moaned getting closer and closer, her moans a symphony of pleasure to my ears.

Like a live wire, I felt each moan thrum

through me electrifying and sending

jolts of sensual delights to my wood. It jerked as if pulled and stroked by the invisible caress of her whispers of pleasure.

I found myself gripping the edges of my desk as I hardened to climax.

Almost there. Almost there.

Mmmm-hhh uuuhh aaa-hhh oh my God! Oh my God!! Oh my God!!!

With her head thrown back, she shattered, a low throaty whisper of satisfaction rumbling from her chest.

Without even asking, she stood, tossing her hair over her shoulders and walked up to me. Spinning my chair to face her, I watched her knee, her petite figure hidden by the imposing height of my desk.

With one swift stroke, she had my fly

open. My laps tightened as she reached into my pants to set my rod free.

My hands closed around the arms of my chair as she teased me with her tongue sending shivers of desire through me.

I was so close, so fucking close. Eager to shatter that hard wall of desire building in me, I sank my left hand into her hair while using the other to hold up my shirt as I nudged her to my bidding.

A sigh of immense pleasure escaped my lips as those red lips closed around me, bringing what was once fantasy to a dreamlike reality.

She was good, Cassie Sams’ match in fact. Her hands closed around my shaft squeezing and ridging it into her mouth.

Sllp slurp sllp slurp sllp slurp

She went. Bringing me closer and somewhat farther with each thrust.

I once read that the orgasmic contraction rate in both men and women happens to be .8 seconds. And the rhythm of cunnilingus or in this case, anilingus is best paced one tongue stroke or slurp each .8 seconds.

And Jenny seemed to be a professional with this method, she drove me wild with her tongue and the wet walls of her mouth were ambrosia to my senses. A nectar of sweetened pleasure wrapping around my girth and wafting my senses to abyssal bliss.

I allowed my eyes to seal shut and bit down on my bottom lip as she led me on towards ecstasy.

My eyes flew open as I heard voices,

"Does he plan on seeing me or does he intend to keep me waiting forever? Is he even aware that I’m still here?"

"For fuck’s sake, why must this girl always step on my toes?" I silently cursed.

Only one lunatic owned that voice, only one girl could be that impatient, Sofia-accursed-Blake.

"Go and wait to be called, my Boss will be with you shortly, he’s still with the other applicant_"

"Is he? Well, I don’t see anybody sitting there?"

Vera for once earned her pay as she shut the door, drowning out the voices and leaving me to return to my pleasure.

But I no longer felt like it, that momentarily distraction had taken me farther away from ecstasy than I had been close. Returning to that point would take time and time was not something I had.

"Get up" I ordered.

"But you are yet to finish" Jenny protested, still holding my dick which was growing flabbier by the second.

"Bitch, leave!" I yelled, thankful that my walls were soundproof.

"But you were so close, did I do anything wrong? I don’t understand, was it because of that ridiculous argument?" She asked.

"Don’t. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself" I laced.

She was up on her feet even before I said the last word. And faster than I could say John, she had her things and was by the other side of the door without arranging herself or taking care of her disheveled appearance.

And before my door closed, a certain

mad girl launched herself in.