Obsessed with the Billionaire: She craved his touch... (Seduced in Sin City Book 2)

by Chelsea Cash

  “Lie back on the floor and lift your dress,” he instructed me.

  I did as I was told, keeping my knees up and spreading my legs. He leaned over me, and I again admired his well-built and defined body. He reached down with both hands and slid them from my knees, along my inner thighs and toward my hot, waiting cunt.

  My skin was so sensitive that this almost tickled. He began rubbing his finger up and down my sopping slit, pausing to encircle my swollen clit with each stroke. I started rotating my hips in small circular movements along with this motion.

  Suddenly, he grabbed both of my ankles, straightening out my legs and pressed them back so that they were in the air. He knelt in front of me and entered me again. He let out a low, groaning sigh, and I could see why--the position he had me in made my pussy feel even tighter, increasing the intensity of the sensations for us both.

  For a quick second, I wondered where he learned to do this, but the sensations became so intense that all rational thought was driven out of my mind by his movements. I couldn’t remember ever being penetrated this deeply before, and I could feel my orgasm building from deep within my entire body but especially in my abdomen. His cock was buried in me completely when he stopped moving, his hands supporting my hips.

  Clearly, he wanted me to take control, and I did so immediately, rotating my hips again in small circular motions, feeling my orgasm building and building.

  I was moving deliberately slow and enjoying the sounds he made in response. His low grunts and heavy sighs made me want to drive him crazier. I decided to pick up the pace and started fucking him harder, moving my hips up and down, almost like I was riding him, but I was lying down. He closed his eyes, lost in the feeling of my tight muscles massaging his thick cock.

  I still felt the tingling, electric tendrils of my orgasm building inside. I was about to explode at any minute, and he also seemed close. I started bucking as hard as I could, and my orgasm hit me like an earth-shattering thunder clap, making my body seize and shudder.

  As the spasms made my pussy flex and squeeze around his thrusting cock, I felt his body freeze up for a split second as his orgasm also struck him. He pumped his load into my waiting hole, groaning and thrusting forcefully before leaning forward over me, supporting himself on his arms while catching his breath.

  Chapter 4

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  “Mr. Jakes?” I said to him, tentatively. I was surprised to hear him laugh a bit in response.

  “My name is Ryan and yours is…?” he asked, still laughing a bit. The situation really was kind of funny. We had wild sex in a hallway—twice and were just now introducing ourselves.

  “Monica,” I responded, shaking his hand. Although he was still a mystery to me, his laugh made him seem more relatable somehow and more human. Plus, he had an incredible laugh. I felt my heart throb in response. Oh no, Monica, bad time to start getting attached, I scolded myself.

  “Well, I’ll see you around, Monica,” he said, getting up to walk toward the elevator as he casually buttoned his shirt.

  “Wait,” I called out to him, without knowing what I was going to say until it came out. “I’m leaving tomorrow. This is my first time to Vegas, and I probably won’t be back.” He took a little while to respond, standing in the hallway.

  His expression was inscrutable, but I hoped that he cared at least a little bit that this may be the last time he saw me. “Do you have to leave pretty early?” he asked.

  “I need to be walking out the door at nine tomorrow morning to head to the airport.”

  “Okay,” he answered. “Have a good night, Monica.” And with that, he walked away.

  I was a bit stunned by his actions, but tried not to think too much of it as I got off the floor and walked back to my room. Sex with Ryan was like a drug to me. It satisfied me momentarily but instantly made me want more. Although I just had a mind-blowing orgasm a few minutes ago, I could feel myself growing incredibly horny again already.

  I looked around the hotel room, frustrated and spotted my hot pink vibrator. I was ready to really go wild on it now. I stripped off my dress and grabbed it from the table, using my right hand to hold it upward on the bed before turning it on. I lowered my cunt, still soaked and slippery from my encounter with Ryan, onto the toy and humped it ruthlessly.

  Knowing that his cum was still in my pussy fueled my hormone-crazed motions. Fucking it hard for a solid five minutes, I didn’t hold back my orgasm this time. I allowed it to rip through me, moaning Ryan’s name as I came, my climax intensified by the vibrations of the toy.

  Later that night, I was in bed, having trouble falling asleep. Did he really not care that I was leaving? Was I just a stupid girl with a crush who was making a bigger deal out of this than I should be? Confused, I finally drifted off to sleep, preparing myself to enter the real world again.

  I woke up at six the next morning but didn’t feel very rested. My heart felt heavy. I was disappointed at the way Mr. Jakes reacted to the news that I was leaving today. He didn’t seem to care very much at all. Despite this sinking and dejected emotion, my body was still crackling with electricity at the memory of what we did in the hall the night before.

  Even if this only ended up being a couple of nights of fun, it was incredible to the point of life changing for me and definitely worth it. At the very least, Jenny would be thrilled for me for finally, as she would call it, “getting some dick.”

  My pussy felt slightly sore from all the fucking, but I enjoyed it because I knew it meant that he was inside of me recently. I could still smell some of his cologne on me since I went straight to bed without showering the night before. That morning, I packed my clothes and took a shower, again doing my makeup carefully afterward on the off chance that I did run into Ryan this morning. God knew I was hoping I would, but I was trying not to expect anything.

  I went down to breakfast, this time wearing a low-cut T-shirt and flattering jeans instead of a dress. As I ate, I began mentally reviewing the lesson I would be going over the next day back at school. I really hoped that whatever excuse Jenny gave them about me needing Monday off was a good one. I was so grateful to my friend for the trip that I wished I could give her a hug at that very moment.

  What was I going to talk about in class the next day? Would I even be able to focus on my lessons without thinking about sex the whole time? Although I was undoubtedly bored by my profession lately and more than a little under-stimulated back home, I was looking forward to being surrounded by normalcy and familiarity again. Maybe I just wasn’t meant for these ritzy surroundings or fancy people like Ryan Jakes.

  Almost as if this thought conjured him out of thin air, Ryan walked through the door and sat down at my table. A few of the guests turned to gawk a bit but then resumed eating while whispering and gossiping behind their hands. Again, I had the distinct impression that I was in the presence of someone very important.

  “Hello,” I said, hoping I sounded more confident and casual than I felt inside.

  “Good morning,” he replied, seeming to think that this was the most ordinary situation in the world. He got up to get some coffee and then returned to the table. “You said you’re leaving at nine, right?”

  I nodded in response.

  “Good,” he answered. “That gives us more than two hours. Let’s go.”

  “Let’s go where?” I replied, dumbfounded.

  “To your room,” he answered as if this were obvious.

  “Ummm, okay,” I said, getting up. I hoped that I had cleaned the room earlier, but I was pretty sure that I had packed everything for the most part. I started walking toward the elevator, and he followed.

  I tried not to let on how nervous I was, but I felt as though he could surely hear my heart thumping away in the silence of the elevator. I pressed my floor number. In what felt like only seconds later, the elevator opened onto my floor, and he allowed me to exit first and lead him to my room. I fumbled a bit with my key, almost dropping it before I steadied my han
d enough to open my room.

  I walked in. “So…this is it,” I said, feeling dumb.

  “I know what the rooms look like, Monica,” he answered. “I own this hotel.”

  I was a little embarrassed, but he was smiling. He sat down on the bed and looked up at me expectantly. I decided to seize the moment and walked up to straddle him, placing my hands on his shoulders and lowering my ass onto his lap. I hugged him with my entire body, squeezing my thighs against his strong torso. I took in his scent and willed myself to remember every second of this.

  I gently pressed his chest backward, indicating that he should lie back on the bed. When he was lying down, I started kissing him passionately, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I wondered if he was used to a woman taking charge a bit. Suddenly, his face pulled away from mine, and he looked a bit confused. He then lifted his back from the bed a bit and pulled something out from under him. It was my vibrator!

  “Wow,” he said. “So, you’re a bit kinkier than you appear on the surface.”

  All I could do was giggle a bit, slightly embarrassed.

  “I want to see you use this--take off your clothes,” he said.

  A little taken back but very into this idea, I obeyed his command, taking my time pulling the shirt over my head and easing my jeans down. He looked like he enjoyed watching me do this.

  He stood up, pulling his own shirt off too, and I got my first glimpse of his entire tanned and ripped torso. I might have gaped a little bit in response to this. If he noticed that, he gave no indication of it. He was probably used to being stared at by people, especially women.

  “Come over here and kneel. Face the bed and then lay your upper-body over the bed,” he told me. I felt like I was in a trance as I went through these motions.

  “I will get you a bit warmed up first, but then I want to see you get off using this toy,” he explained. I was lying down on the bed, knees on the floor with my ass exposed in the air. He knelt behind me, and I could feel my entire body tingling with anticipation as I heard him unbuckle his pants. I saw his shoes out of the corner of my eye, which he had removed. They were Gucci.

  Is this really happening? I thought to myself.

  Without warning, he entered me abruptly.

  I let out a little yelp. “Ohhhhh, yeah,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Ryan!”

  Upon hearing his name, he appeared to grow a bit more excited and grabbed onto my hips, burying his wide cock in my slick pussy. My juices dripped as he slid in and out of me. Using my arms to support my body, I pushed myself up a bit, and he took this as a cue to grab onto my breasts with both hands, kneading and massaging them as he continued to thrust.

  “Now, I want you to take over,” he answered and stopped moving.

  I took this as my cue to keep humping and fucking his dick, trying to get it as deep into my pussy as physically possible. I could feel an orgasm creeping up on me, and I had time to marvel at how easily they came with Ryan. His hands explored my lower back, rubbing and massaging me as I bucked my hips on his cock, fucking it as hard as I could. Even though I was a bit sore from all the action I’d been getting lately, it felt amazing.

  As I was getting closer, he suddenly told me to stop and then asked me to flip over so that I was facing him, but still lying on the bed.

  “Show me how you use your toy when you’re alone,” he said, and I grabbed the vibrator to fulfill this request. Looking into his eyes seductively, I turned the vibrator on and inserted it into my cunt, which was now so wet that I could feel my juices covering the inner cheeks of my ass.

  “That’s it,” he said, “Now, pull it out and put it against your clit.”

  I did as I was told, and he moved closer to me, still kneeling by the bed. He slid himself into me now, and I was suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock filling up my hole, along with the vibrations tantalizing my sensitive, swollen little clit. I was going to burst at any second, and he appeared to be loving the view. My nipples hardened, and he reached down to tease them with one hand before leaning forward to nibble on my neck gently.

  As he did this, my orgasm ripped through me violently, making me seize and spasm. I felt the muscles of my cunt squeeze rhythmically around his girth, and I willed my eyes to stay open so that I could see his reaction. He looked delirious with pleasure as he felt these movements and never broke eye contact with me. The sensation was so intense that I had to turn off the vibrator and set it aside.

  Just then, he did something slightly unexpected and slipped the tip of his finger into my ass. I gasped at the sudden sensation that I had never felt before. But it was amazing. I started to move my hips a bit, getting used to the feeling of his finger there. The spasms of my orgasm were still coursing through me, and I could feel the muscles in my ass tightening around his finger rhythmically.

  Just then, he lowered his face down in front of my pussy, his fingertip still inside of my tight hole. I could feel his breath against my cunt, and I tried to inch it closer to his face.

  “How many times do I have to tell you to be patient, Monica?” he asked, but in a playful rather than commanding tone this time.

  I stopped moving. He leaned forward and slowly licked from the bottom of my pussy to my clitoris, which was still extremely sensitive from my recent, explosive climax. I started breathing very heavily as his warm tongue encircled my clit, sending jolts of intense sensations through my body. My entire being tingled—even my toes.

  “You taste incredible,” he sighed, and I shuddered with pleasure and delight. His voice was mesmerizing. In addition to the sensations his tongue was producing, along with the situation I found myself in, I was in heaven.

  His finger started to glide slowly in and out of my ass, adding to the intensity that I felt. I began to move my hips again, trying to push myself up against his tongue even more, feeling yet another orgasm creeping up on me. I had my eyes closed and head back, immersed in what was happening, when I heard him grab and switch on the vibrator.

  Not half a minute after he started fucking me with it, I came again but this time with body-rocking force. As I yelled with each wave of my climax, he continued to move the vibrator in and out and moved up to press his body against mine, cradling me. Then he switched it off, stood up, and removed his pants. I had time to think about the fact that this was the first time we had been naked together. He then positioned himself to enter my throbbing pussy again.

  I had never seen or experienced action like this in my entire life, and I was loving every instant of it. I was somewhere between wondering if I could take anymore and already feeling like I needed it.

  As these thoughts raced through my head, he entered me, gently this time and started fucking me, kissing my lips and this time, exploring my mouth with his tongue. This felt very intimate, and I was lost in the sensation of his rock-hard body against mine. He then slipped both arms under my waist, encircling me and lifting me up slightly, hugging me to him as he flipped over onto his back. I took the cue and started bouncing up and down on his cock, leaning my head back and getting lost in the feeling.

  His moans and groans were like fuel for me, and I increased my pace and intensity, exploring the muscles of his amazing torso with both hands. I rode him as hard as I could, going completely wild and letting loose entirely.

  I could tell by his breathing that he was nearing his orgasm, and I kept fucking him hard and fast, taking his cock to the hilt. When he came, he left his eyes open, just as I had, the clear green never breaking contact with mine. I leaned forward and basked in our synchronized breathing.

  We dozed for a couple of minutes, and I was shaken awake by Ryan getting up and pulling on his clothes. “It’s 8:30 now,” he said. “Perfect timing.”

  “Will I see you again?” I asked him. I realized that this might have sounded like I was pleading, but I hoped not.

  “You said you don’t come to Vegas often,” he responded. “But how about you give me your number?”

  I wrote it down for h
im on the hotel notepad and handed it over. He wished me a nice trip and left the room. I stood there, still recovering from what my body had just encountered. My intrigue toward Ryan Jakes was growing and growing, and this felt like just the beginning.

  I knew that people often got other people’s numbers and then never used them, basically to “let them down easy,” but I sincerely hoped that this wasn’t the case.

  Did he plan on seeing me again this morning or was this a chance encounter? With no reference for the way his mind worked, I had no clues to go on, and the mystery was enthralling me completely. Who was this man? Would I ever see him again or would I be forced to return to my life as a school teacher—even more bored after Ryan showed me how exciting life can really be?