The Hotel 3 (The Billionaire Seduction)(12)

My legs go weak, but I manage to stay in place. Slowly, teasingly, I  begin to stroke my breasts and bare stomach. I hold his gaze, showing  him just how much I want him.

I tug my panties down, kicking them aside. I stroke my clit and moan softly, and Dom's jaw tightens.

"How do you want it?" he asks roughly. "Do you want my hands on you, my fingers inside you? My tongue fucking your sweet cunt?"

Oh God, he's so hot.

I could melt in a puddle, but I stand firm and shake my head.

Dom arches an eyebrow, looking amused. "Say it."

I bite my lip, flushing. "I want your cock."

"Where?" Dom smirks. He's close enough to touch, but the distance between us is electric.         

     



 

"Inside me," I gasp. "Deep. Please, Dom. I need you."

"Then ride me." Dominic yanks his pants down and sits back on the bed. "Ride my dick and take me as deep as you want."

Fuck yes.

I don't need to be told twice. His cock is standing erect, so thick and  ready for me, but I want to make him wait too  –  tease him, just a  little.

I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.

"Fuck!" Dom groans as I take him all the way, lost in the texture and  taste of him on my tongue. Sucking, sliding and caressing with my mouth,  I drive him crazy, right to the brink, just the way he's tormented me.  Then I rise to my feet.

He looks like he could devour me right now.

Good.

I playfully push him back on the bed, then straddle him, positioning  myself over his gorgeous cock. I sink down in one blissful movement, all  the way, taking him right to the hilt.

Fuck.

I arch, grinding against him. He feels so good inside, every fucking  inch. Dom grabs my hips as I move, helping me glide up and down until  I've found a fast, incredible rhythm. Tilting his hips, he angles his  cock to hit just right, sending shocks through my clit with each thrust.  Fast. Hard.

More.

His hips slam up into me, thrusting deeper than ever. Fuck. I can't hold  back, it's too good. I come screaming his name, an epic orgasm that  shatters me into a thousand pieces, convulsing so hard I feel his own  climax rip from his body.

We collapse back on the bed, breathing hard.

"Wow," I gasp. "I'm liking this room already."

He chuckles. "Any time you like, my darling. Just say the word. Always."

The word lingers between us with new meaning. I turn to look at him, my heart suddenly beating faster in my chest.

"Always?" I echo, not wanting to hope.

"Forever." Dom says, and I can see it in his eyes, he means it.

Happiness floods through me.

"Yes," I whisper. "Forever."



THE END



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BOOTYCALL: PART ONE





Chapter 1




Dylan



Movie reviews are bullshit, but I like to think the one that said I have  the 'eyes of a man before the kill and the smile of one who enjoys it'  got it right.

At least tonight, anyway.

I've spent almost the entire day working out, and though there's a dull  ache flowing through my body, there's also that tingle of electricity I  get whenever I stand still for too long. A twinge in my muscles that  makes me want to move, to find some action. Luckily I know all the right  places to find it.

I step out of the shower and towel myself off as I walk into the  bedroom, grabbing the beer I left on the desk and downing all of it.  It'll take a lot more than beer to cool off the energy that's gathering  momentum inside of me though. There's a song with a slow beat and a  growling guitar playing, and the dusty light of a dying LA sun  highlighting parts of my room through the blinds. I grab my phone as I  settle on the edge of the bed and spin through the contacts.

I pause before hitting dial on a friend. I could dress sharp and head  out to the bars of Los Angeles, get plenty drunk, and see where my  instincts lead me  –  most likely my place or hers  –  but that's not what I  want tonight. I love the thrill of the chase, but I'm ready for action  right now.

Then there's ‘Hot Ass,' ‘Kinky Blonde,' ‘Finger Sucker,' ‘Leggy  Redhead,' and all the other girls with talents memorable enough to give  them a special place in my contacts, but even that won't cut it.

Tonight I want something dirty. Something new. Something a little dangerous. My body's thirsting for a new taste.

I walk through the long hallway and down the staircase that runs to the  gigantic den of the mansion, big and empty but for the expensive toys  and random beer bottles lying around. I open the BootyCall app on my  phone and it presents me with a big green button, the word ‘chat'  written across it like a big understatement. I swipe it with my thumb  and hold the phone to my ear.

"Hey," comes a dark, husky voice on the other end. Now this is more like  it. I pour myself some of the whiskey I keep on the coffee table and  stretch out on the couch.

"Hello there."

"So. What you looking for?" she says, making it clear what she's looking for herself.         

     



 

"I'm not sure. But I'll know when I find it."

She laughs, and it sounds like she's making love to the phone.

"I like your accent," she says. "Where you from?"

"I'm Irish."

"Ooh," she coos appreciatively. "You got money?"

It's not my favorite question, but hey, this is Hollywood after all. If I  didn't fuck girls who said stuff like this I'd be a monk here.

"Yeah," I say, smiling, "I'm fucking loaded. You got a nice rack? Since we're asking personal questions and all."

"Thirty-four double-dees. As good as money can buy."

Again, it's a weird turn of phrase, but I've heard worse.

"So what are you offering?" I ask.

She laughs a little, and I can hear her tongue rolling around her lips  as she does so. The combination of a husky voice and my imagination is  pretty cock-pulling, and I'm pressing the cold whiskey glass against my  boxers to keep my dick from bursting out like something in a monster  movie.

"I'm offering a whole night of the dirtiest, nastiest stuff you could  ever imagine," she says, breathing into each word like her body's so hot  even she can't handle it. My imagination is running wild. "We can do it  slow … or we can do it fast … I'll be like hot chocolate in your mouth … "

"How can I refuse … "

" … for only three grand."

A cold shower could not have crippled my hard-on more. "What?! Are you fucking kidding me?"

Her voice is all innocence now. "What's the matter, honey?"

"I thought this was a hook-up app, not a hooker app." That's one thing I don't do.

She giggles. "It's worth it, sugar. If I like you, I'll even give you a discount."

"Yeah, thanks, but no thanks. Paying for sex kinda kills it for me, you know? Good luck."

I cancel the call and let it show me the big ‘chat' button again. I take  a healthy swig of the whiskey in my glass and decide to give it one  more go.

I push the big button, bringing the phone to my ear. Someone picks up on  the other end, but for a few moments all I hear is silence.

"Hello?" I say. Another quiet beat. I'm about to hang up when-

"Um … hello?"

The voice sounds quiet, feminine, definitely over the age of consent, and too nervous to be a hooker. So far so good.

"Well hello there." It's not my best line, but her hesitation tells me  she's new at using the app, which means I'll have to take it slow so she  doesn't hang up before the fun even gets started.

"Hi," she finally replies back. There's an awkward silence.

Wow, we're off to a great start.

"So … " I say, trying to sound friendly. "What's your sign?"

She laughs, and it sounds nice. Genuine, soft, real  –  the kind of laugh  that you don't get in Hollywood too often. I laugh a bit too.

"Truthfully?" she says. "I'm … a Scorpio."

"Oh really," I reply, drawing out the word, insinuating this actually means something.

"Why does everyone always say it like that? I don't even know what it  means! It's the sign of revenge, right? And jealousy? But that's not me  at all."

"It's also the sign of sex, death, and reinvention," I tell her. "You  know, like rising from the ashes. Big emphasis on the sex part, as it  were."

"Oh." She giggles nervously, and I can practically hear her blushing over the phone. "That explains a lot, I guess."

"Does it, now?" I'm intrigued. "Explain it to me. I'm all ears."

She huffs out a breath, exasperated. "That's not what I meant! I meant,  it explains why people assume things about me, not that I'm some kind of  nympho or something. I mean, it's garbage, right? Nobody really  believes in this stuff." She laughs again, and I can feel the warmth in  it. Or maybe it's the drink, because at this point I've lost track of  how many in I am.