by Chelsea Cash
Obsessed with the Billionaire
She craved his touch…
By: Chelsea Cash
Published by Smutpire Press
Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved
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Chapter 1
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The day after my experience in the hallway with Mr. Jakes, I woke up from a series of dreams starring the man himself. Lying in bed, I reflected back on the imagery that haunted my mind all night long. My nipples were erect and clearly visible through my shirt, showing that these dreams created a strong effect on my body.
In the dreams, I would see a part of Mr. Jakes—like his defined chest or muscular abdomen, and right before I reached out to touch it, it would be pulled away from me. This was odd because I hadn’t even seen those parts of him unclothed yet. I knew he was strong, fit, and muscular, but I didn’t know the details of his muscles.
But I really want too, I thought, hopefully.
Each time I would get close enough to touch him, he would pull just out of my reach. I couldn’t help but think that there must be some symbolic meaning to these dreams, = but what was it? Unable to come up with an answer and tired of puzzling over it, I got out of bed and showered.
Even though I was done trying to decipher the dreams, I was still mentally stuck on the visions of his body. I was starting to feel obsessed, but that realization was far from enough to stop me from running over the events of last night in my mind over and over. Everything in me could still feel his arms tightening around my waist, and his hot breath on my neck. I mentally reviewed the way his hand felt buried in my hair, and I tried to recall the taste of his mouth and, of course, his cock.
The warm water felt amazing, and I got lost in my daydreams. I decided that I wanted to shave my pussy—just in case I saw Mr. Jakes again. After I was done, I started touching the soft skin surrounding it, enjoying the smooth feeling.
I thought of the look and feel of his hard cock and started almost salivating. I felt like a woman possessed, and I was certainly thinking like one. As the warm shower water coursed over my body, I began thinking of Mr. Jakes entering my tight, aching hole, which before him had been empty for far too long.
How had I let my sexual impulses lie dormant for so long? Was it just that I hadn’t met the right catalyst for awakening them?
At the thought of Mr. Jakes being inside of me, my hand trailed down my wet body until it almost reached my most sensitive area. I teased myself, rubbing my lips and massaging the skin around my clit, letting my desire for him build. The skin surrounding my pussy was slick with my hot juices.
With the hair gone, I felt everything even more. The heightened sensitivity made it feel so good, and I whispered his name as I touched myself. But this time, I didn’t let myself orgasm. I was saving that for Mr. Jakes. I was determined to see him again before I left Las Vegas.
After my shower, I got ready for my last day in the wild city, making sure to apply my makeup more carefully than usual—not acknowledging to myself that I mostly wanted to look my best in case Mr. Jakes was around this morning. My body was still buzzing with horniness, making me feel almost high.
I went down to the free hotel breakfast, enjoying the high-quality coffee and food while hoping to catch a glimpse of him walking by in the lobby or even eating at a nearby table. Something about my sexual thoughts made me walk with more confidence than usual, and I enjoyed it. It was so unlike my usual self-conscious demeanor.
Why over-think this? I thought. I’ve spent years being shy and doubtful—covering myself up. It’s time to start a new chapter. I felt empowered by these thoughts and started smiling. Unfortunately, I didn’t see Mr. Jakes anywhere that morning.
Chapter 2
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I spent the day wandering around the strip, shopping around in various boutiques and stores, and even walking through a few casinos. I saw some strip clubs with rich-looking men walking into them. I went down a small alley and suddenly noticed that I was staring into a window filled with sex toys. Dildos of all sizes lined the window with signs boasting their capabilities. “Double Ended Pleasure!” one proclaimed. “Includes a Vibrate Feature for an INTENSE Experience!” announced another.
Realizing that I left my toy at home and thinking that a vibrator sounded great, I entered the shop. I felt a little shy shopping in the store (I had ordered the one back home online), but I still selected a nice, thick vibrator to fuck myself with back at the hotel. Smiling, I put it in my purse and exited the shop, feeling my panties growing moist yet again.
The city was buzzing with life, filled with tourists from all over the world and the laughter of vacationing families and friends. I enjoyed hearing all the different languages around me as tourists bustled past, filling up the streets. Although I enjoyed Vegas, it wasn’t much fun to explore alone. Suddenly, I wished that Jenny had stayed here with me.
When I returned to the hotel, I decided to let myself enjoy the decadent surroundings instead of worrying or feeling out of place in them. Jenny was right. I really did need to stop worrying so much! I worked hard, and this was the first vacation I had taken in a long time. I decided to spend the late morning and afternoon in my hotel room watching movies on television. Then, I remembered what I purchased earlier.
Lying back comfortably on the hotel bed with my head against a pillow, I pulled off my shorts and turned on the vibrator. I rubbed it up against my silky panties, enjoying the sensation while thinking of Mr. Jakes again. Each time I got close to an orgasm, I turned it off, letting the waves of near-climax wash over me. It got a bit intense as my panties grew wetter and wetter, but I never let myself come. Again, I was determined that my next orgasm would be with Mr. Jakes.
Later that night, I woke up from a nap (filled with more sexy dreams) ready to try to find Mr. Jakes again. I dressed up in another one of Jenny’s tight, flattering dresses (what my mom would have called “slutty”) and walked down to the bar. I decided not to wear any panties, and my freshly shaved pussy felt delightful against the material of the dress. I felt naughty, sexy, and more than a little bit horny.
The soft pink fabric hugged my curves, and I could feel it sliding across my skin as I walked. The dress had a low cut in both the front and back, showing off my smooth, supple skin. A few men’s heads turned appreciatively, which was a nice confidence-booster, but their attention wasn’t what I truly desired. There was only one man that I wanted. I scanned the room quickly, and my heart sunk a bit when I didn’t notice Mr. Jakes sitting at his usual spot.
Dejected and musing, I sat with my glass of red wine, trying to look happier than I felt. Just then, someone tapped on my arm, and my heart leaped. I turned, and a handsome man was standing there, but it wasn’t who I had hoped it would be.
“I couldn’t help but notice that you were sitting here alone, Miss. Would you like some company?” he asked.
“That’s really sweet, but no thanks,” I answered, hoping that I was being polite enough.
As he walked away, I heard the name “Jakes” somewhere in the bar and turned toward it, but it was just a woman talking to her friend over in a nearby booth. They were giggling excitedly. It seemed that I wasn’t the only one
with a crush. I picked up some of their conversation. They were discussing how many different hotels Jakes owned in Vegas and across America. Again, I felt intimidated by him. But somehow, that only increased my attraction.
After a while, I started to grow tired of the dim hotel bar. I had been sitting there for at least an hour and a half and had spent too much money on the expensive house wine. Plus, I needed to leave the hotel for the airport no later than nine the next morning. I looked over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearing eleven.
As I was signing my credit card receipt, I heard a familiar voice. It was deep and velvety and was coming from across the room. I turned around and Mr. Jakes was there, chatting with the two young women who had been giggling over him when I first got here. I felt a flash of insecurity and then jealousy, until I realized that I was being foolish.
How could I be getting jealous over a guy when I didn’t even know his first name yet? The girls looked flushed and nervous while trying to look as attractive to him as possible. Regardless of this, Mr. Jakes had a very professional demeanor to him. He could have any woman he wanted, and he knew it. I felt my attraction for him deepen even more.
Foolish or not, I was aching for his attention. The girls he was talking to were pretty, but I knew I looked amazing too. I stalked by their table, looking directly at him as I passed.
He looked up and did a double take when he saw me, which made me smile and glow. I gave him a subtle little wave and exited the bar. I entered the elevator and punched in my floor number.
Just as the door was sliding shut, one well-kempt and masculine hand slid in between them to stop them from closing.
Chapter 3
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Mr. Jakes entered the elevator, and I tried my damn best not to show my surprise and excitement.
I could smell his intoxicating cologne, very subtle and appealing, yet it mixed well with his pheromones. He looked over at me with those unbelievably green eyes. His expression was impossible to read. My heart pounded and I stared back.
“I’ll take it from here,” he told me, punching in a floor number that I recognized from the night before. I noticed that he didn’t bother asking me whether I was free or whether I wanted to come. It must have been obvious to him why I was at the bar.
My heart rate escalated right along with the elevator as we stood in an electrically charged silence. Just being near him was enough to make my pussy start tingling again. Having such a voracious sexual appetite was new to me, but I liked it.
When we got to his floor, after what felt like an infinite period of time, he grabbed my hand and exited first, pulling me behind him down the darkened hallway. It wasn’t only my pussy aching with longing now, but it felt like my entire groin area pulsed. I didn’t just want him—no I needed him.
When we got to the middle of the hallway, he spun around suddenly and locked eyes with me. It felt as though I lost not only my breath at that instant, but all sense of reality.
He reached down and grabbed the front hem of my dress. “This looks really nice on you,” he purred, lifting it up. As his hand reached hip level, he reached his thumb inward toward my pussy, which now felt as though it was radiating heat. He gave a little gasp, possibly reacting to the fact that I didn’t have any panties on. “It shows off your nice, tight ass,” he continued, reaching his other hand around to give it a squeeze. Then he ran both hands along the curves of my waist and hips, appearing to relish the feel of my smooth, naked flesh. He could do this for as long as he wanted as far as I was concerned.
He then slid his hand so that his thumb was positioned as before and slipped it up inside of my pussy. I gasped with pleasure as he fucked me with it. “No panties today, I see that you assumed we’d meet again,” he said, “How presumptuous of you.”
How did he know that was why I had chosen not to wear panties today? His confidence was bordering on cocky, but it just turned me on even more. I closed my eyes and let out soft moans of pleasure before I reached up to start rubbing my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples through the soft, pink fabric and whimpering slightly at the sensation.
I opened my eyes slightly to see him watching me with intent fascination and growing desire. Suddenly, he reached his hands around, grabbing my ass again, and pulled it in toward his throbbing, fabric-clad boner. I reached into the top of my low-cut dress and pulled out my breast, still rubbing it gently, thinking about the fact that this was the first time he had seen it. He promptly bowed his head down and kissed the sensitive tip of my nipple, and then started sucking and licking it.
He stood back up and pressed his body against mine, and I began grinding on the front of his pants, feelings the hard bulge of his cock. I felt so horny. If things kept going this way, I could definitely get off—even with the fabric between us.
I think he could sense how horny I was because with a sly look in his eye, he grabbed my hips firmly and stopped my motion. “Be a good girl and have some patience,” he said.
Patience? I didn’t have patience at this moment. I was completely taken over by my own newly awakened lust. I reached my hand down under my dress and started rubbing my slippery, swollen little clit while moaning. He grabbed my wrist gently and then took my other one and pinned my arms up on the wall behind my head. I resumed bucking my hips, delirious with desire.
“What did I just tell you?” he said. “If you really can’t wait, I can give you what you need. But first, I want you to tell me what you want. Can you do that for me, sweetie?”
“Yes, fuck me, Mr. Jakes,” I said breathlessly and without hesitation, “Give me that big, throbbing dick. My little pussy is aching for you. I need it!” I couldn’t believe the words that I was saying, but I didn’t care at moment. It felt right.
Holding both of my hands in place with one of his, he took his other hand and unzipped his pants, freeing that smooth, flawless cock. He rubbed it against my dripping slit gently, and it felt maddeningly warm against me. I immediately tried to reposition myself so that I could get it inside of me, but again, he stopped and held back.
“What did I tell you about patience?” he asked. I stopped again, slightly resentful, but whatever game he was playing was working. I knew it was worth the wait.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, and he slid the length of his amazing cock up inside of me. He did it gently, unlike the rough manner he used the previous night, and I didn’t even bother to hold back my very vocal reaction.
“Give it to me,” I said, moaning but then remembered his chastising and added, “Please.” He seemed to like it when I was polite, and I didn’t want him to stop.
As he continued fucking me, he reached down to lift my legs, and I wrapped them around his body. I could feel his muscles through his shirt, and I remembered that I still hadn’t seen them (outside of my dream, of course). With that thought, I reached down and unbuttoned his shirt, sighing at the combination of his cock deep inside of me and the sight of his chiseled chest. I ran my hand along it in disbelief, trying to memorize this moment to the best of my ability.
I wanted to remember this forever. I was leaving tomorrow and might never see him again. Stop thinking about that right now, Monica, I told myself and dropped the thought.
I continued to unbutton his shirt, trying to maintain my balance as he gripped my hips and began thrusting in a deeper, rougher way. He made me feel so light and small as he lifted me effortlessly with my back against the wall and him driving himself further into me with each motion. Finally, I had his shirt all the way unbuttoned and exposed his amazing abs. I ran my hand along them, enjoying the hard, tanned flesh and feeling it flex as he bucked his hips in time with mine.
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me closer to his body. He then turned around so that he was holding and supporting my entire weight. Leaning my body backward, he continued to thrust in and out with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other around my upper back. Being completely supported by this incredibly strong and sexy
man was indescribable. I’d never experienced anything like this before.
After a few minutes of this, he repositioned my body and put me back on my feet, gently. I knew exactly what I wanted and got to my knees right away. I watched his head dip backwards in anticipation, which made me even more excited to suck his cock. I knelt in front of it and could feel the heat radiating from his skin. I had never done this after sex before, but I was pretty turned on at the thought of tasting myself on him.
With one of my hands holding it steady, I licked the tip of his cock while the other explored his perfect abs. I felt him shudder slightly as I wrapped my warm mouth around his width. I started moving my head up and down slowly, looking up and locking eyes with him. Although clearly in a state of ecstasy, he seemed so controlled, and I was determined to see beneath this calculated demeanor.
I started to move my head and tongue a bit faster, still looking into his eyes. He closed them and started to sigh deeply. I could feel that he was close to losing it now, and I realized that I wouldn’t mind him cumming in my mouth (a thought I had never had before). He appeared to get closer and closer to his release, and I increased the speed and intensity of my motions. But then suddenly, he reached down to cup my face with both of his hands and pulled out.
