Dating The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Lena Skye Read Free Book Online

not giving you the pleasure until you beg for it anyway.”
     
    The drive back to my place seemed so long even though it’s a short distance from my home. The idea of getting to play with Camille has kept me on edge since she agreed to let me give her a preview of what I have in store for her. I know that she’s going to let me go further than she intends but I’m going to make sure that she tells me emphatically that it is what she wants. She’s so sure that we won’t be sleeping together tonight but I know different.
     
    Tonight I’m going to tease her until it takes her over the edge and she’s quivering with need. I can’t wait to see that coy smile wiped from her face and replaced with raw need with no traces of pride. I enjoy her strong will but that’s partially because I want to completely break it…sexually. It’s no challenge to get a naturally submissive woman to do as I please but Camille is a real challenge and I’m going to enjoy stalking my prey.
    As we get off of the elevator and walk into my penthouse, I see Camille’s eyes light up and it’s a sight to behold. She bites her ample bottom lip in an effort to keep her obvious excitement silent. I fight the urge to mimic her behavior for the time being, I want to suck the luscious flesh into my mouth but that will come later.
     
    “ Would you like a tour?” I offer.
     
    “Yes, that would be wonderful,” she smiles timidly.
    Is she nervous? It’s nice to know that I have the same effect on her that she’s been having on me. I’ve been unable to get her out of my head since I’ve felt her soft firm body against my own. She’s a conundrum to my senses, she has so many qualities that seem to be in direct opposition to the other. She’s bold and shy, soft and firm, poised and raw, and a demure vixen. She sure knows how to keep a man rock hard and on his toes.
     
    However, tonight I will be running the show.
     
    “ Alright, follow me,” I say as I grab her hand.
    We exit the foyer, and head into the grand living room. I must admit that I love my home. It’s a really good representation of myself and women’s panties seem to become instantly wet when they look around it. It does all of my sweet talking for me, women love ‘stuff’, especially expensive stuff.
     
    I give her the tour of my grand living room, filled with the traditional bachelor black leather sofa, love seat, white carpet, huge projection tv, and electric fireplace. We enter the kitchen that’s filled with black and stainless steel appliances, dark cherry wood cabinets, and black granite countertops accompanied by this island in the middle.
    “Oh my goodness, I would love to cook in here. Well, I would love to learn how to cook in here,” she giggles.
    “ Just say the word and I’ll have my chef, show you how to cook a gourmet meal in less than 30 minutes,” I grin.
    “ You have a chef?” she asks, “Of course you have a chef, what don’t you have?”
    “ Do you really want me to answer that question honestly?,” I tease. “Because, I can think of a certain person that I don’t have fully within my grasp,” I whisper into her ear.
    I can feel her body shiver and she slowly steps away but I grip tighter onto her hand.
    “Come on Kyle, show the rest.”
    I hastily show her the rest of my home, the dining area, my master bedroom, master bathroom, spare bedroom, and more. I then take her upstairs to my favorite portion of my home. The black steal winding staircase leads to a lofted area full of comfort. There are no couches or real chairs upstairs. There are just a lot of oversized pillows and a coffee table. I love to sit upstairs and think here because it leads to my outside private deck that’s beautiful in the summer and breathtaking in the winter.
    “Oh wow,” Camille exclaimed as she plopped down onto a plush white pillow that’s almost the size of a loveseat. “This is divine; I don’t think I’ll ever get up.”
    “ Unfortunately, you’re