Drive Her Mad (THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE POP DIVA VOL. 3) (2 page)

Mindful of her well-being, he didn’t touch her down there again, but they’d kissed and cuddled and spent tender moments.

She went back to her own suite, thinking about what they’d do all week. She did her own business, talking to her tour manager about her plan. She’d hired a capable management team and crew to handle her world tour. They’d set up everything in Asia and she’d follow them there just in time for her next concert in Malaysia. Nusha and Baba stayed behind with her but they remained at the hotel. She’d join them again after a week and they’d fly together to Asia in her chartered jet.

She was feeling sore between her legs this morning but recollections of last night made her wet she took a shower twice. When Giane finally came back in the late afternoon to collect her, her panties started soaking again at the sight of him. Day or night, he looked simply delicious!

And now, she was dripping again, just inches from his mouth.

“This is the most beautiful, most delicious cunt in the world and it’s mine. Tell me this is mine,
cara mia
.” He slapped her lips gently, playfully, igniting more fire in her belly. When he’d say things like that, what woman can say no? He was so cocksure, not that he didn’t have something huge to show for in the cocky department. Thinking of his Apollo 11 stretching her again made her gush fresh fluids.

“Only for the next week,” she said, attempting to diffuse some of that testosterone ego.

He looked up at her as his forefingers rubbed the sides of her inner labia languidly. My god, that felt so damn good her toes curled. “When the week is over, this pussy is going to miss my fingers, my tongue and my cock. It shall not want and crave any other cock but mine.”

Oral foreplay and his tongue hadn’t even come in contact with her flesh yet. “Dreaming.”

“And you’re dripping like honey,
piccola
.”

“Honey you badly want to lick.”

He grinned, his thumbs now rubbing the underside of her clit, massaging the outer folds, avoiding the center. She bit her lower lip, holding off her moan as her core seemed to ignite more pleasure current. Shit, he really knew pussy and she was seconds away from screaming like a madwoman.

“Giane…” she mewed.

“Hmm?”

“Do it.”

“What.”

She combed her fingers through his hair, holding his head in place, tempted to rub her wet, wet pussy all over his face. Oh god, that would be totally shameless, but he made her feel this way, wanton, devoid of inhibitions. Her fingers tightened on his hair. “Giane, please!”

His own digits finally got busy with her now very engorged clit. “Oh god!”

He was so good at this, his fingers so adept like a pianist’s, knowing exactly where to push and release, where to put the pressure and keep it there. She moaned unabashedly, her voice carried by the wind. She leaned back, pushing her hips up to give him better access, watching yet another fantasy unfolding right before her eyes— Giane, eating her pussy in the middle of the road for anyone to see!

The car moved.

She gasped, her grip on the edge of the windshield tightening for balance. The speed was very slow but the sensation of it moving heightened her arousal, infusing more exhilaration coursing through her body. His tongue replaced his fingers as he held one of her legs to anchor her to him.

She threw her head backwards, the wind whipping her hair as his tongue mercilessly punished her clit with the most pleasurable lashing imaginable.

It was over too soon.

She screamed as she came hard on his face.

When she came down from her high,
the car had stopped moving. She was lying back limply over the windshield, his arms wrapped on her legs to keep her from falling over the hood. He was gently kissing the insides of her thighs. She lifted her upper body and stared down at him.

His lips were shiny with her juices, his eyes a darker shade of blue from arousal. She licked her lips. “That was crazy delicious.”

He winked at her. “Thank you.”

“But not crazy enough.”

He leaned back on the headrest. “Is that so?”

“Let me show you what’s really crazy.”

Valenna just felt right that moment that she wanted to please him, too. Impress him. This man had obviously seen a lot of action in the sack. What did she know about pleasing a man? Before last night, practically
nada
. But she was an artist and she could use her imagination She had been a performer most of her life, headlining arenas. Today, she had almost zero stage fright.

She wanted to perform for him. Her body hummed with building anticipation. Yes, she would show him some vintage Valenna moves.

Oh god, this was nuts but what the heck! She was with him to have fun for a week. Being a prude in the company of this hedonist would be a waste.

He grinned lazily. “I’m waiting.”

“Take out your cock.”

He stared at her in shock.

She raised her brows in a challenge.

He slowly smiled. “Yes, ma’am.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his monster.

It sprang out, firm and proud between them. Even from her vantage point above him, it looked formidable in its length and girth. Her inner walls clenched in yearning. Oh how that thing had both hurt and pleasured her.

“Whoa, that looks painful.”

“It is.” He lightly slapped the tip and it danced from side to side like a steel spring.

“I’d really wanna learn how to suck that thing dry like an oil rig but I’ll save that for a little later.”

He chuckled, gripping his cock in one hand. “
Cara,
I’m amazed I don’t lose my boner when you make me laugh like an idiot in the middle of it. You’re going to make me think of oil rigs blowing me for days. That’s a powerful image.”

Grinning, she tapped the windshield. “How sturdy is this?”

“What do you mean?”

“How much weight can it take?”

“That frame’s made of carbon fiber enhanced with special polymers and that glass is bulletproof. The entire chassis was tempered to withstand a higher level of collision impact than most of the sports cars in the market today. This is a custom-made model for a select Zoldatti clientele, just 10 of its kind all over the world. Made for kings,” he said these like an artist proud of his masterpiece as his hand stroked his member in this upward circular motion. Her eyes were riveted to it, mesmerized. She’d never get over watching him pleasure himself. She had to learn how to stroke him like that. So much to learn!

But first, she had to focus on her little show. She stepped over him and leaned in the middle part of the frame. She unbuttoned her sun dress all the way down, exposing her entire front.

“
Piccola,
what are you doing? ”

She slid her thong down her legs and threw it at him. It landed squarely on his face. He inhaled deeply before shaking the little garment off, looking at her in bemusement.

Smiling at him seductively, she hoisted her bum on top of the windshield.

“Valenna, be careful.
Che cazzo
…?”

Leaning to her side, she slowly lifted her left leg, stretching it. She did the same to the other and in a matter of seconds, both her lower limbs were spanning the frame at 180 degrees.

She smiled at his slack-jawed expression. “I do a lot of acrobatics in my line of work, remember? You ready?”

He could only nod but she noticed that he was gripping his dick hard now.

“Music please?”

He punched a button. A sexy tune filled the air. Shit! Kelly Rowland?!

She slowly slid down the windshield as the green-eyed monster rise up inside her that Kelly would be a part of this intimacy. She wanted to rip the CD out of the player and replace it with her music, but Motivation was just so perfect for this moment. She should write suave, provocative, sexually amped songs like this. Enough of her broken heart cheese balls. She will no longer compete with Tay in that.

Damn, Gianfranco Zoldatti was making her music evolve. Not even her bastard of an ex whom she’d professed to love enough to surrender her virginity to, was able to inspire such passion in her.

The enthralled look in his eyes as he stared at her unblinking through the windshield said it all. She felt exhilarated, powerful as she seduced him.

She made love to him through the glass, putting all her accumulated dancing skills to good use.

He’d slid down lower on the seat to get a better view of her under the glass, his hand moving up and down his shaft, his eyes following her every slick movement.

Kneeling on the hood and grabbing the frame for support, she rubbed her entire front on the glass, her nipples drawing lines of heat she was surprised the glass hadn’t fogged. She humped the glass, grinding her mound against it, feeling the sharp tentacles of pleasure course through her body he might as well be licking her all over with the way he was devouring her with his eyes.

She turned away from him, sat on the glass and ground her bare ass on the cool surface, leaving a hot mess of cream all over it, so aroused she was by what she was doing. She glanced back to meet his eyes, deep blue and glassy now with his mounting desire, his hand moving rapidly on his cock.

She rotated her ass in wild abandon, rubbing her dripping pussy against the glass harder. She was fucking his Zoldatti like a bitch in heat.
Somebody shoot me right now but I don’t care!

He was muttering something in Italian but she couldn’t hear him clearly amid the music.

It was symbiotic voyeurism in her limited experience and she had never been more turned on. It was so erotic she felt an orgasm building up inside her again.

He suddenly moved and stood up on the driver’s seat. He reached for her, hauling her to sit on the edge of the windshield, planting himself between her legs.

“
Dio,
Valenna, you’re so fucking out of this world crazy!”

He kissed her hard then he gripped the base of his cock and pointed it to her mouth. “You were talking about an oil rig. You have one here ready to be sucked dry. It’s all yours,
piccola.
”

She stared at him. Then at his cock. Inches from her face, it was intimidating. Big, badass-looking cock fit for a porn superstar.

Bitch, moment of truth. Can you really handle this?

Hell, yeah! This is mine!

Without hesitation, she wrapped her hands around his chunk of fully aroused cock and swiped her tongue on the moist crown.

He groaned out loud.

She opened her mouth wide and enclosed the entire head and part of the shaft. He was thick. She must practice how to suck him comfortably. But he tasted so good, felt so divine in her mouth. She moaned and made an attempt to do a sucking motion while her hands stroked his length. There was plenty of space to slide her hands on. She cupped his balls. They were heavy and hot and seemed to vibrate in her palm. Damn, he felt incredible everywhere! She needed more time to enjoy every part of his magnificent body.

“
Cazzo, cara mia,
that’s so fucking good. Fuck…!”

She quickly learned the right motions based on his reactions. He was grunting and groaning like a whipped animal as she bobbed her head, sucking him for all she was worth.

He switched to full Italian again, his hands now holding her head, his fingers wound in her hair. The guttural noises he was making blended with the music. She needed to learn Italian. She wanted to know what he was saying in the throes of passion.

“
Piccola,
let go. Fuck, I’m coming…let go!”

She made a protesting sound in her throat and kept sucking him.

He gripped the back of her head harder and stiffened with a harsh cry.

She felt him swell bigger in her mouth, then he was shooting down her throat. She pulled away after a few beats, wanting to see the beauty of it.

He was pumping hard in her hands, splattering her face with more cum, her fingers feeling the power of every explosion.

Epic! Simply epic. Oh, she’d definitely write a song about this!

She stroked him until the last drop, until she knew he had come down from his high.

She kissed the tip of his cock, loving the taste of him. “Uhmmm,” she moaned in bliss, wondering how can she bear not having this again after a week.

She glanced up at him.

He had this bemused look on his face again. “
Cara
, where in hell did you learn to do that?”

She grinned. “You liked it?”

He coughed a laugh. “Did I like it? You’re dripping with how much I liked it.” He gently wiped her chin with the hem of his shirt.

“The Counselor.”

He gave her blank look.

“A movie.”

“Someone did THAT…in a movie?”

“Yeah, Cameron Diaz. But don’t watch her version. Mine was a lot better.”

He shook his head then laughed.