The Billionaire Fell for his Maid.

Cynthia's voice fills the room as she gasps in pleasure, her head tilts to the back and her eyes roll to the back as Daryl gently pulls her hair. The intensity between them heightens, and it's very clear that she was enjoying every moment of their connection.

Daryl, confident in himself, knows exactly how to please any woman he was with, and he enjoys the fact that they appreciated his charm and his passion. He has a way of being in control that these women respond to, and he always makes sure that they are satisfied. Generosity in his approach was something he prided himself on, ensuring their pleasure was always at the forefront.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs as he increases his pace from behind her, watching as Cynthia's body responds to his action.

She holds onto the sheets, her breath quickening with each movement. At this point, she's high on pleasure, and she doesn't want Daryl to stop for anything. She arches her back towards him as she readjusts her waist to meet Daryl's pace.

"Yes Daryl. Harder" she screams out in ecstasy.

Daryl shifts her position, pulls her close, and their bodies begin to move together as if in sync. Cynthia matches his energy in every way, always giving just as much as she received.

As the intensity starts building up, Daryl's grip on her waist tightens. He's reaching his peak.

"Yes...come for me" he demands with a low groan, going as fast as humanly impossible.

He is in control-always has been-as he guides her movements and soon, they both reach their peak together.

"Oh my God, Daryl, you are the best" she exclaims as her soft moans completely fill the air, blending with the rhythm of their bodies. Daryl could feel her trembling underneath him, fully immersed at the moment.

Afterward, they both lie there in bed with their backs to the bed for a while in order to catch their breath. After a few seconds, he goes to the bathroom and takes off the condom, then comes back to lie in bed.

Cynthia is different from the other women-there is something about her that stands out. She has broken a few of his rules at different times, but Daryl doesn't mind because their relationship is complicated; it is not so easy to discard Cynthia and since she is always willing to be in his bed at any time, Daryl will never mind the rest. She knows how to keep up with him, she understands him, both physically-especially in bed, and he likes it.

"You're insatiable," Daryl says with a smirk as Cynthia smiles back at him and kisses his chest before standing up and heading to the bathroom. She wears a robe she picked up from the bedside, swaying her waist about as she walks into the bathroom.

"Want to join me?" She calls out playfully once she's in front of the bathroom entrance, but Daryl shakes his head-he's truly not interested.

"Nah, you go ahead," he replies with a lazy grin, knowing that for him, relationships are something to avoid and doing a shower together will only mean planting relationship ideas in the other person. He valued his freedom as well as his peace of mind too much to be tied down by anything serious.

**

Daryl Walton has everything a man could ever want and more. Women, power, and wealth. He is known for his charming looks, his love for multiple women, and his refusal to commit to any woman.

Despite his friend Ben's warnings that he might end up alone one day, Daryl wasn't worried. He has built a life that works for him-one where he can be in control, never letting complications or drama take root. His rules were clear: no woman for more than six months, no repetition of women and to never let things get too personal-like visits at home or at work.

**

Daryl glances at his phone with a beeping sound from his phone. A message from his mother inviting him for dinner pops up on the phone screen. He sighs, tossing the phone aside, not in the mood to deal with family obligations.

Cynthia, now fresh from her shower, returns to the bed naked, her playful smile inviting Daryl for more. She leans in, her lips brushing against his skin. Cynthia is a beauty model, the kind that Daryl likes, but even though Daryl knows she won't and can't be the last woman to share his bed, there's always something about Cynthia that allows him to pave way for her in his bed every time since they met.

Smirking, Daryl turns towards her and pulls her closer to him. "You really can't get enough, can you?" And then, he grabs her ass and spanks it very hard afterward.

"Only with you, D" she replies in this romantic, sugary tone with a wink and a low moan just as Daryl falls against her body, preparing for another round.

His fingers traced her body from her waist down to her womanhood, where he caressed her slowly with his finger.

"How bad do you want me?" He whispered into her ear.

"As bad as wanting to live" she replied with a sultry voice.

Daryl chuckled "I don't know how you always have me hooked in bed every time. You are such a bad girl" He slowly licked her earlobe lightly.

"Because you like what I possess, and you like this bad girl," Cynthia answered as a low moan escaped her mouth...

"Yes, I do," Daryl replies and goes down to take her breast in his mouth.

She wants Daryl to kiss her right now. So, she immediately curls her fingers into his brown hair, and pulls him up for a kiss.

"Let's not do that" Daryl protests. He takes her hands away from his head and pins them together above her head. He then proceeds to plant a kiss on her neck where he lingered for a while, he sucked on her skin.

"Hmm" Cynthia moans out, closing her eyes to embrace the feeling.

"Please f*ck me Daryl" Cynthia pleads. A wicked smile appears on Daryl's face as he looks up at her.

"I like that. Beg me all you want like your life depends on it" he cajoles.

"D, please..." she pleads.

Daryl chuckles lightly, spinning Cynthia over to her back. He loves his women begging for him. That action gets him twice as hard as normal.

He watches Cynthia's buttocks exposed in the open waiting for him to take action. He cups her butt cheek and sees as she responds to every touch of his. He quickly slides through the bedside drawer and digs out a condom which he instantly tears open with the help of his teeth. Slowly, he enters inside her from behind as she lay there.

"Hmm..yeah!" Cynthia moans out. While he was at it his phone began to ring. Daryl, in the midst of his play, stares at the phone. He sees the name on the screen and makes an attempt to grab the phone, but Cynthia stops him.

"Please don't. Don't stop," she pulls his hand away from the phone he was trying to get. But Daryl decides to finish before attending to the phone.

"Yes. Yea, yea, yea..." Cynthia's loud moan fills the room as she came again. As Daryl senses himself approaching orgasm, he grabs Cynthia's neck and chokes her lightly but firmly as he too reaches his peak.

"Ahhh... Yeah!" he exclaims loudly. Daryl immediately wants to get out of bed and leave. He goes into the bathroom, takes off the condom and goes back to get dressed. While he's at it, his phone starts to ring again. He wants to finish dressing up before walking to his phone. And that's what he does.

He fastens the zip of his trousers and finishes up the buttons of his shirt before starting to walk to the phone on the nightstand. Cynthia is still lying in bed and trying to get a hold of her breath and energy.

"Let's meet soon, okay?" Daryl says to Cynthia before finally taking the phone to pick up the call that never stopped ringing.