Virgin Escort For Mr. Vaughn (Big City Billionaires Book 2)

by Coco Miller

  Natalia doesn’t agree. She gets angry when she hears me cry at night, because she thinks he’s a dick for dumping me like that. She believes that spending the money would be the best revenge, but that’s not how I feel. Am I miserable? Yes. Do I want to hurt him? No.

  The pain is most unbearable at night. Is he thinking about me? Does he miss me? Most likely not. I was nothing more than a mean to an ends. Collateral damage. It almost pisses me off, and I’ve been in this state of semi-rage and massive heartbreak over the past few weeks. Add a new job on top of that and it’s been exhausting.

  I’m almost at the end of my rope. I want more than anything for the madness to end already. The pain has to subside at some point, right?

  I head home, exhausted after a long day, and open the apartment door. “Nat, I’m home,” I call out, but am shocked at who I see instead.

  Victor stands in my living room like he owns the building. His presence is so large in this very small room that it crowds me.

  “I’m confused. Is your name Natalia?” he asks me.

  “How did you get in here?”

  “Well the super wouldn’t let me in yesterday, so I had to buy the building.”

  “You bought the building?”

  He steps closer with a boyish charmed smile on his face. “Yeah, I had to see you.”

  The nerve.

  “Well, here I am. Now you see me. Can you please leave?”

  He crosses his arms against his broad chest. “No, you lied to me.”

  I cross my arms as well, mirroring his stance. “No, I didn’t.”

  “Is your name really Isabel?”

  “Yes.”

  “Liar.”

  I step closer, raising my chin in the air. “It is. Check my wallet.”

  “Did you work for the escort agency.”

  My chin falters, but I try not to let him see. “No.”

  “Care to explain?”

  “Nope. It doesn’t matter now does it. You got what you needed didn’t you?”

  He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Isabel, why didn’t you take my money?”

  “It didn’t feel right.”

  He drops his arms to his sides, and takes a step closer to me. “But, I wanted you to have it.”

  “Why, because you wanted to make sure to pay your whore?” My face hardens with anger. “I’m not a prostitute.”

  “I didn’t say you were. That’s not what I meant.” He tries to step closer but I back away from him. I’m not sure if I want to hug him or cry. I missed him so much, but he hurt me so much. So, I stand still.

  “I just felt wrong about taking it. We needed the money, and my sister was sick, so she couldn’t go on the date. I went in her place. I’m sorry that I lied but I wouldn’t change a thing. We needed the money.”

  “The money you have basically thrown away by not cashing the check.”

  “Yes, that money.”

  He doesn’t say anything for a good long while, and the hum of the air conditioning is the only noise.

  “Say something,” I say.

  “I didn’t want you to leave,” he says, his eyes trained all on me.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I handled it badly, because I didn’t know what this feeling was compounding in my chest.”

  My pulse spikes, rushing my burning blood through my body.

  I listen intently.

  “I didn’t know it was love that I felt,” he continues. “And then when you didn’t cash the check I got worried. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. I love you Isabel. Let me take care of you. Let me help you.”

  “I don’t need your help,” I say to him, raising my chin once more.

  “Then just let me love you, Bella.”

  My chest fills with warmth and I smile. He called me by my nickname. He loves me.

  “You’re sure this is what you want? I am what you want?”

  “A hundred fucking percent.”

  “Then I’ll let you love me, Victor, and I’ll definitely love you back.”

  He smiles as he wraps his arms around my waist, and then he kisses me passionately.

  It’s the kisses of all kisses.

  Epilogue

  Victor

  It’s been several months since I asked Isabel to let me love her, and every day since then I have done just that. I can’t stop loving this woman even if I tried.

  She’s independent, gorgeous, and fiesty. I tried telling her that she didn’t need to work, that I would support her, but even though her sister begged her to let me do just that, she said she wanted a job.

  She’s very smart and is extremely assignment driven. She works with me in the business, coming up with ideas on how to run Jaden’s company better. It’s been a huge success, and it’s all thanks to Isabel. We’ve saved hundreds of jobs and made a new friend in the process. We go out to dinner with Jaden and his lady at least once a month.

  Isabel is a natural. A stone cold killer in the boardroom and in the bedroom….well.

  “I’m home,” I say, stepping inside my penthouse suite on 5th Ave, dropping my briefcase on the kitchen bar. “Isabel?”

  She just moved in, and this is the first time I’m coming home to her here. “Back here,” she calls out, sounding like she’s in my bedroom. I mean our bedroom.

  I swing open the door, and have to take a step back at the sight before me. “Damn,” I breathe out.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Hell yes.”

  Isabel stands before me in a white, lacy, get up. Her long, velvety legs are covered with sheer, white, stockings. Her body is hot, and I know she’s ready for me. I can practically see the steam coming from her pussy. God, I love this woman.

  I stalk closer to her, wrapping my arms around her. I trace my finger, starting at her temple and moving down her cheek to under her chin. I tilt her face up with my forefinger, and crush my lips down on hers. Who could ever have a bad day when you have this to come home to?

  I continue kissing her, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She tastes so goddamn sweet like sugar and desire. I deepen the kiss, taking my time with her, knowing full well I have all night to enjoy this beauty.

  The last night of the billionaire retreat you don’t understand how difficult it was not to touch her. I spent the entire night just watching her sleep. I wanted to wake her so many times, tell her exactly how I felt about her. I’ve since told her a million times how I feel, and I plan on telling her a million more.

  I move Isabel closer to the bed, my hands roaming all over her body, my own body growing hard with need. “I need you more than ever,” I tell her, lying her flat on her back.

  “I need you too,” she whispers.

  “I’m going to take my time with you tonight.” And I start at her ankle, running my fingers over her stockings and up past her calf. “You like it when I take my time.”

  My hand reaches past her knee, up to mid-thigh where the stockings are held up by a clip. I unsnap the clip, and a low hiss escapes my lips.

  Each stocking comes off with ease, and her legs are bare before me. I still need to get to the rest of her, but I plan to go extra slow and take my time admiring this beautiful woman. This woman who before I met her I would have never thought I would ever find someone. But, I did and I’m never letting her go.

  I will make sure she knows she’s mine.

  I stare at her bodice, wrapped tightly around her body, making her breasts spill out of the top. I kiss just above her cleavage, her neck, the column of her throat and making my way up to her ear. “I’m going to be a little rough with you tonight.”

  “I thought you were going to take your time?” she exhales in a whisper.

  “Long and rough.”

  Her eyes connect with mine. “I trust you.”

  “Good. You should. I will never hurt you.”

  I unsnap the first button on her corset, and make my way throug
h all of them, ripping it free of her body. Her tits are hot as fuck, with the nipples budding as soon as I stare at them. I bring my mouth down around one nipple, palming her other breast with my hand.

  She moans, bucking her hips against my leg.

  I draw back. “Not yet, baby girl.”

  “Please, I need it,” she moans.

  I grip the edge of her panties, ripping them from her succulent body, baring her pussy all for me. “Fucking sexy.”

  She’s so damn needy for her release. So damn willing to do whatever I want her to do. I love how her body reacts to mine. How she reacts to me.

  I continue playing with her tits, sucking on them until she’s begging me to fuck her instead. I take my time, and she begs and begs, in turn, turning me on harder than I’ve ever been before.

  I’m going to marry this woman. This I know for certain.

  It was easy to fall for her. Easier than making my first million from scratch. Easier than my first billion.

  I gaze down on my future wife, her eyes glistening by way of the moon streaming in through the windows. She’s breathtaking. A pure beauty if I ever did see one. And all mine. Did I mention how lucky I am?

  I spread her legs for me, and her eyes never leave mine. I fist my dick in my hand, and park it at her entrance and ease in slowly.

  “Ah, it feels so fucking good and tight.

  My girl is so damn tight.

  I push in a little deeper, and hold her ass in my hands, and then I pound a little harder. Deeper on each thrust and she moans and cries out. It’s hot, and I’m pretty sure the whole city can hear her crying out my name, but I would never let that happen.

  She’s mine and I make sure no one can hear my girl making sounds that are intended for my ears only.

  I thrust inside her, pushing my way through her. She takes every inch of me, begging for me to kiss her. I don’t disappoint my girl, and lean over and kiss her lips.

  Then I flip her over, spank her ass and enter her from behind. She feels even tighter, and I swear I can get even deeper into her pussy from this angle. I press the pad of my middle finger to her back door opening and push slightly. I’ve been working her up to it and when I finally fuck my girl in the ass it’ll be epic.

  She shivers as I keep slamming inside her, hammering until she’s so overcome with pleasure that she cries out that she’s coming. I reach around, play with her clit, and suck on the back of her neck as her body spasms out of control. I’m so close to coming undone as well. So fucking close.

  I switch positions one more time. I love coming when I can watch her tits bounce before me. I lay back, straddling her over my cock and press her down on top of it. She rides me, arching her back, her big breasts going up and down on each thrust. Fuck, I love watching her ride me.

  She runs her hands up the sides of her body, over her tits, and she toys with her nipples.

  “Squeeze them for me,” I tell her.

  She does as she is told, and I nearly come.

  “I want to come all over those tits.” I push her off of me, jerking my dick off with one hand as she places her tits to catch my come all over them. “That’s right, fuck, take my come all over you.”

  I keep coming, like a waterfall of desire landing all over her.

  She’s beautiful with my mark glistening all over her.

  I’ve marked her forever.

  She’s mine.

  Extended Epilogue

  Isabel

  I love my job, I love my boyfriend, and you want to hear something amazing? Natalia and Jaden are now dating. I couldn’t believe it when they met and hit it off. Jaden is kind of perfect for her. He’s older, established, sexy, confident and loves every little thing about my sister.

  The four of us usually go out to dinner once a month, but this weekend, we’re spending it on Victor’s yacht off the coast of Ibiza. Can you believe that? Who’d have ever thought over a year ago I would be right here right now?

  Natalia and Jaden swim off the side of the boat in the light blue ocean close to a sandbar. It’s tropical and beautiful.

  “I want to try it,” Victor says to me.

  “Try what?”

  He stares at me in my skin-tight red bikini.

  “I want to fuck that ass.”

  His eyes burn with an intensity I’ve never seen before. I swallow, my eyes roaming to Nat and Jaden in the water. “Ok.”

  He sees where I’m staring. “They won’t be back for a while.”

  I don’t know why I’m that worried about them hearing us or something. The ship is huge, bigger than cruise ships almost. Victor has the back quarters all to himself, well, we share it; and it’s like it’s own private yacht.

  Victor grabs me, kissing me on my lips as his hands play with my ass cheeks. We rush back to the back of the boat, and he locks the door.

  “I’ve been thinking about fucking your ass for a long time.”

  He’s finger fucked my ass a few times, and thinks I’m ready to take his dick inside me. I’m nervous, but he assures me I’ll love it.

  And I trust him.

  He starts by kissing me, his hands removing my bikini and then removing his swim trunks. His dick is just so big.

  I kneel down, licking the tip and drawing the whole thing into my mouth to suck him off just until he’s fully hard. I know he likes it, and am rewarded with his dick pulsing before me.

  “You ready for me?” He asks when I stand up before him.

  I nod.

  He reaches down, his hand grazing over my pussy, his finger swiping through my wetness.

  “Nice and wet.” He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my essence off. His eyes light up and he nods. “On the bed, now.”

  I comply and the bed dips as he crawls up beside me. “I love your body. I love owning it more.”

  He kisses me, owning me completely, and his big hands put me in the position he wants me in. On my hands and knees for him. He grabs a tiny bottle of lube, spreading some over his dick and then some on his finger.

  He presses his finger into me first, filling me up in my ass. His other hand plays with my clit. It’s erotic in every sense of the word. Then he replaces his finger with the head of his penis. He presses the tip in ever so slowly, telling me to breathe and relax.

  “Take me in, baby.”

  I relax my body, letting him slip further inside me. It’s a foreign feeling at first, but then he kisses the back of my neck, rubbing his fingers over my clit.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  He starts to slowly move his dick in and out of me, pushing in deeper on each thrust. He’s fucking me in the ass, and he was right...I do love it.

  “You like the way I fuck you?” His dick picks up speed, and I begin to push back against him.

  I grab his hand and put his finger inside my pussy. It feels amazing having him in both my holes.

  “Don’t stop,” I tell him.

  “Never,” he assures me through a lustful grunt.

  And then he gets to work, fucking my ass and groaning out my name. My body builds and builds bringing me to a different type of orgasm. One I’ve never experienced before. One that feels so much better than anything that has come before it. How is this even possible? And Victor continues to fuck both holes with his fingers and dick.

  It’s too good. It’s so damn incredible. I don’t want it to stop. Ever.

  I surprise even myself by yelling out, telling him to keep fucking my ass, and he pounds into me even harder. His dick filling my back hole, pushing in deep, and he sucks his mouth along my shoulder, digging his teeth in.

  Shivers race across my skin, lighting everything up around me, making me feel everything times ten. It’s insane how good this feels.

  Why had we never done this before?

  I trust him more than anything, and I trust him to bring me to an amazing orgasm. If anyone can, this man can. He just knows how to work my body like he’s got a roadmap to all my pleasure spots.
And right now everything he’s doing is perfection.

  “Fuck, Isabel. I love your tight ass.” He thrusts and thrusts, slamming his cock deeper into my ass. He grips my shoulder so he can pound even harder into me. It’s too much.

  My orgasm hits me hard and fast, and it keeps rolling over and over inside me. Victor follows right behind me, shouting into the air how he’s never felt anything better. How he loves fucking me and how he owns my ass. I love his dirty talk. Especially because it’s true.

  He owns my body, mind, and soul completely. I don’t ever want anyone else. I couldn’t even imagine anyone else ever touching me the way Victor touches me. It’s soft and gentle, yet he can be powerful and rough when I want him to be. It’s the perfect mixture.

  I can’t believe this is my life now.

  Who would have ever thought? Who could ever be so lucky? I didn’t go out looking for love, it found me. It found me when I was least looking for it. When I had actually given up hope on ever having a normal life.

  On ever escaping the bills and lack of being able to pay them. I’d once dreamed of having the kind of life I have now, and it all seemed so impossible. It all seemed so far-fetched, and now in every way my life is wonderful.

  Love is funny. It’s so unexpected. I never felt good enough to find love. I always felt it wasn’t for me or that I even deserved it. I was nothing. Then Victor came along. He changed the way I viewed myself. He showed me that I was more than just a useless girl who didn’t deserve anything.

  He showed me how powerful I could be, how strong I am, and how together we could move mountains. Sometimes I feel like we do. In business and in bed.

  Since I’ve met him I’ve done more than I ever thought I could. I’ve given back. Many people are barely getting because of family circumstances. Nana getting sick changed our lives forever, and I want to help other young women who are in the position we were. Living with that hopelessness in their souls. I want them to dream and to dream big, but not only dream, but work toward making their dreams happen. First, they have to believe it.

  I found a non-profit organization that helps women of color from impoverished neighborhoods find good jobs. Jobs that don’t exploit their sexuality. Jobs they can be proud of. Natalia was never very proud of her job, and although I tried college, we just couldn’t swing it financially.