Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  "Finger fuck me, Lando."

  Orlando runs his hand over my belly. I feel his hand brush over the lips of my pussy; he slides his finger over my throbbing clit. I bow my head in ecstasy, holding myself up with my other hand. His finger is slow and he adds another as I bite my lip and breathe out a sigh of want.

  My hand strokes him harder, I see the water bouncing off the head of his hard cock. I bit my lip as his fingers push deeper into me, feeling my walls.

  "Another finger," I whisper, wanting more.

  Orlando slides a third finger into my pussy, I feel my muscles gripping his thrusting fingers as he pleasures me. I widen my legs as his hand slaps against my body.

  "Oh, God," I cry.

  My hips slowly and provocatively grind against his thrusting hand. The muscles of my pussy clutching at his skilled fingers. The hidden depths of my pussy teased and tantalized from his want. My head tilts back. The warm water brushes the hair from my face.

  My mouth opens as I groan and move against him with hot, wet, abandonment. He thrusts harder and faster, watching my face light up and my body tense from his intimate actions.

  "I think I am going to cum!"

  "This will be the first time for tonight," Orlando whispers into my ear.

  "Ohhh, ahhhh."

  Orlando continues the thrusts and I hold onto to the tiled wall. His other hand pinches my nipple. I moan out with pleasure as sensations flood from my core and I want to release. My body shifts restlessly beneath his intention and I feel my final moment approaching. I grab hold of his shoulders and dig my nails hard into his skin.

  "Orlando, I am cumming!”

  My legs buckle as my wetness gushes over his fingers. My head slams against his chest. My entire body quivers as I hold onto his masculine body. I slump into his embrace. He knows exactly how to make my world shake. I’ve never been with anyone like him. We are addicted to each other.

  "Whoa, that was fantastic," I say, still out of breath.

  "What do you expect? Only the best for the best. You are my Thirsty Thursday." he replies.

  “Thirsty Thursday?”

  “Yes. The moment I saw you at the club, waiting to pick up Adam, I knew I would be thirsty for you. It was a Thursday. You are my Thirsty Thursday girl.”

  “I always want you so bad, Lando.” His eyes have want in them, again.

  I dry my satisfied body. I see Orlando wrap a towel around his waist. His erection pushing hard. I want him inside of me.

  "We need to do something about that," I say, winking.

  "Damn right we do, I am throbbing and aching."

  We walk to the bedroom, and I pat the edge of the bed. "Sit yourself here," I say, softly. I still feel the afterglow of my orgasm.

  Orlando sits on the edge of the bed. I pull at his towel and lay the ends to the side of him. I get to my knees and tightly grip the base of his shaft. His pulse flows as his manhood firms in my grip.

  I look at his perfect shaft. “I am thirsty.”

  My tongue caresses the rim and his slit, and I feel Orlando's body judder with excitement. I slip the head of his shaft inside my full lips. My tongue swirls and I slide his manhood deep inside my mouth. I bob my head as I tighten the grip of my lips. I swirl my tongue around his hardened flesh. Orlando wraps his fingers in my long hair, his firm push fills my mouth with his straining sex. I’ve never wanted another man the way I want him.

  He pulls my head from his hard cock as I gasp for air.

  "It’s time to sample that sweet pussy of yours," he says. “It’s thirsty for you, beautiful.”

  I rest my arms on the bed. Orlando stands behind me as I spread my legs. He runs his hand softly against this skin of my back and caresses my buttocks. I tilt my head and watch as he steps closer. He grabs his shaft and rubs it against the moist lips of my pussy. The anticipation fills me as he eyes my ass and teases the opening.

  I rest my head on the bed and grab hold of the bed sheets as he slowly slides the full length of his shaft deep inside me. My wanting pussy, filled by his size. Orlando has a thick, hot cock. It fills me perfectly.

  Orlando guides himself slowly, inch by incredible inch, inside my wetness. I moan as he does it. My back arches backward to take him further. He starts thrusting slowly. My pussy stretches and contracts as he drives his magical shaft.

  I let out my want. "Keep going. Harder."

  Orlando thrusts wildly, the animal instinct inside of him turning into a sexual beast. He thrusts with fervor, my juices flow from my pussy, the pleasure is surreal. My hips rock and gyrate as he grinds his body against mine.

  I feel I am heading for another explosion of sensations, each one heightened from my first orgasm. I press my hips frantically against him as his rhythm ignites my core, again. I feel sensations grow, overflowing deep inside my body. His powerful fullness alights my core.

  I bite onto the bed sheets as his body drives me to another level. My head swims as it is filled with sensations of ecstasy and lust.

  "Fuck me harder," I scream.

  Orlando strikes the cheek of my ass. I make a muffled scream into the bed sheet. My body rocks with the pain and I feel him dig his fingers into the curves of my hips like he owns me. Our bodies buck and arch and collide in perfect rhythm. His drives his cock with obsession, each and every stroke.

  "Orlando, I am nearly there."

  "Me too," he moans, breathlessly. “Fuck I love your pussy.”

  His frantic thrusting widens as his body readies itself. I feel his grip on my hips tighten. I crave the thrusting as he pushes into me, readying me for my final glorious moment.

  Almost there. Almost…

  "Orlando!" I scream out.

  His grip tightens onto my soft skin, his thrusts frantically become shorter. I feel the shooting sensations flooding from his body. My hot pussy embraces the flowing hot cum that spills over into me from his rigid shaft. I let myself go at the same time. He leaves me fulfilled and my body quivers with full acceptance of his masculine lovemaking. Orlando loosens the grip on my hips and puts his hands on my quivering body. He eases his spent shaft from my wetness. He lays on the bed beside me as I roll over and look at the ceiling.

  I sigh as I gasp for breath, my pussy throbbing for the second time. "I can forget all the shit in the world when I am at that moment," I say.

  "I know what you mean, nothing else is in my mind apart from satisfying you," he replies, still breathing hard.

  "Do you think this will last?"

  "I hope so.”

  "At least we know we are compatible in bed," I say, now laughing.

  Orlando gives me bedroom eyes. "Fuck, I love your pussy and your sexy body. It’s like I can’t get enough of it.”

  We lay there in silence as our bodies are washed over by the pure indulgence of the sex we just had. There is no other way to describe those feelings. It is…. the absolute best. I crave him like I crave food. It’s like he is part of my survival.

  I roll over and put my head in my hand. My fingers run across Orlando's broad chest. The tautness of his tanned skin, the perfectness of his masculine jaw. I nuzzle my head as he wraps his arm around me, I can smell the masculinity pouring from his pores, the manly musk he exudes just does something to me. It’s a chemical bond. I can’t get enough of it.

  As long as I am close and can smell that smell, I am ready to accommodate him whenever and wherever he wants. I breathe deeply and close my eyes. I love his smell.

  "Mmm," I mumble.

  "What?" he asks.

  "I was just thinking your smell drives me wild," I reply.

  Orlando giggles. "Now I know my secret!"

  I grab hold of his cock. "That is your second secret."

  He giggles again.

  I run my fingers up his softening shaft. "You fancy unleashing your power, again?"

  “Thirsty Thursday… let’s go!”

  “I like it… just like that.”

  Orlando

  “Organization is key.”


  Tina is already awake when I open my eyes. I swing my legs from the bed and make my way into the living room where she is looking through the window.

  "We have to get things moving with this new club, time is short. The government will be asking questions," Tina explains.

  "I think you are right, we should go and see Shona and Beau, they will know how long it will take to get the place up and running.”

  "You better get ready quick, we don't want to waste any more precious time," she replies.

  I shower quickly and can hear Tina on the phone as she is talking to Shona. She hangs up after she has organized it.

  "Are they available?"

  "Yes, I have asked them to meet us by Mr. Yang’s," she replies.

  "Am I the only person who doesn't know about his place, you all seem to know it," I reply, laughing.

  "Calm down, we went there loads of times on a girly night out, he was a regular customer," Tina says.

  We sit waiting by Mr. Yang’s and watch as Shona and Beau arrive.

  "Hiya, Orlando," Shona says.

  "Hi, pleased to see you again, this time under slightly better circumstances," I reply.

  Shona laughs. "At the moment."

  We walk into the restaurant, and Mr. Yang is busy going through his books. He lifts his head and peers at us through his wire-rimmed spectacles.

  "Back so soon," he says.

  "No, we have come to look at that warehouse you have," Shona says.

  "Ah, you are interested in my building."

  "That depends if the price is right," Beau comments. He pats Mr. Yang on the shoulder.

  Mr. Yang looks at Beau. "The man who has made nearly two billion US dollar vanish, haggling over money?"

  "How did you hear about that?" Beau asks.

  "Word get around, I walk in many circles in the city," Mr. Yang says. He is beaming his usual wide smile.

  Beau nods in defeat. Mr. Yang leads us onto the street and walks through the market opposite.

  "It not far from my place, I like to keep things close," he says.

  "Very wise," Tina says.

  I look at Beau as we watch Shona and Tina walk slowly, with Mr. Yang in between them.

  "You may be surprised, it not a rundown thing, a few things here, and a few things there, you can have the club open very soon," he explains.

  We exit from the market and leave the waft of vegetables and strange smells behind us. What stands in front of us is a large, three-story building.

  "We go in da back way." He opens the door and leads us through the first couple of smaller rooms. We walk out into a larger hall.

  "Wow, this is fantastic," Shona and Tina say.

  "This floor not for club, too many eye watching. Upstairs."

  We all stand in the large service elevator and travel to the next floor.

  I look around and see it has already been divided into separate spaces. "If they want a spa and massage place, this has got to be ideal, apart from the pool," I think.

  "This floor good for massage. Not sure what type. That is your potential problem." He laughs.

  "What do you like Mr. Yang?" Tina asks.

  "Ho ho, Tina, you know exactly what I like," he replies cheekily.

  I glance at Tina. She shakes her head as if to say, “No, I didn't sleep with Mr. Yang.”

  "Next floor for club, but different elevator," Mr. Yang explains.

  "Where is it?" Tina asks.

  Mr. Yang bursts into laughter. "It is not just Beau, Joseph and Ty who has secret you know."

  He leads us over to the opposite wall from the service elevator. He opens a door, and we all walk into a storage room.

  "What are we doing in here?" Shona asks

  "Turn the three-light switch off, and the middle one on," he says.

  Shona turns the light switch off and flicks the middle one on. The floor starts moving beneath us. I feel like we are going up to the next floor.

  I open the door. I can see this floor has also been divided, this time there seem to be around twelve rooms.

  "What are those rooms?" Tina asks.

  "That is your places for action," Mr. Yang replies.

  I walk to the rooms and open the doors. They are large enough to fit a couple, and a couple of other people if required.

  "What you think so far? As you can see, window is blocked and the whole building soundproof," he says.

  "Why has it been built this way?" Tina asks.

  "Chinese brothel and sweatshop," Mr. Yang explains plainly.

  "What do you think Beau?" Shona asks.

  "It is certainly private enough, and all I can see is that we need a stage and bar," he replies. He seems impressed at the idea, and gives a wink. “I think the couples will like the drama of it all.”

  "How long to complete interior?" Tina asks.

  Beau smiles. "I reckon less than a week if we work twenty-four hours."

  "That quick? I was thinking a couple of months, that’s awesome."

  "It is amazing what a big bonus gets you at the end of a job," Beau says. "Plus, we have all your fittings from the old club."

  Tina grabs hold of my arm.

  Shona walks up and puts her arm around Tina as she breaks down and cries. "Don't worry Tina, we will make you proud."

  "You three have already made me proud. I really can't do what they want. Fuck the government. They have chosen the wrong family to mess with," Tina says, wiping her eyes.

  I look to Beau as men do in awkward situations. He gestures with his head, and I follow him over to the rooms.

  "Don't worry about the money, this is done deal, I love the place," Beau says.

  "You are too generous," I reply.

  Beau puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers. "It is not my money, it is The Kingmaker's."

  "It is still a big thing, I am sure he will want at least a million for this place," I say.

  "You are not really into finance and property, are you?" Beau says plainly.

  I chuckle. "I have no idea. I was pleased to earn seven-grand for dancing."

  "Orlando. Those days are soon to be over. Focus on what you have," Beau replies gesturing over to the girls.

  "You mean Tina?"

  "That is precisely what I mean, she will need you by her side soon, very soon," he says.

  We walk back over to the girls. Tina has managed to stem her tears. She wipes her eyes.

  "So how much?" Beau asks.

  "Not so fast young man, we have top floor," Mr. Yang says.

  "I only counted three floors from outside," I say.

  "Correct, Grasshopper, just don't believe everything your eyes tell you," he replies.

  "What is up there, then?"

  "Secret. Secret apartment." He has a fire in his warm eyes.

  "Won't it be dark with no windows?"

  Mr. Yang looks at me. "Grasshopper, you think I stupid?"

  "No, I just don't see how it is possible," I reply.

  Mr. Yang taps the side of his head. "Think past what you think is possible. Look at Bruce Lee," he replies laughing.

  "How do we get up there, the secret elevator?" Tina asks.

  "You kidding, this is an ancient invention. It is called stairs."

  Mr. Yang pushes against a panel on the wall. It springs open and leads us to a staircase. We walk up and enter the apartment. We stand in shock. The large glass window covers what I guess is the living room. He opens the door, and we walk out onto the rooftop garden. We look out over the river toward Brooklyn.

  I stand close to Tina and grab hold of her arm. “I wish we could move in here tomorrow," I whisper.

  "It is better than your apartment and mine put together," she replies. It is perfectly decorated and it has a great feel to it. The lights of the city would sparkle at night, perfectly through the window.

  "And that crazy bitch wouldn't find me," I reply.

  I raise my hand. "We want the apartment," I say.

  Everyone looks at me and Beau smiles.


  “He likes new and shiny things,” says Tina. Everyone laughs apart from Tina who is busy slapping my arm.

  "Is it private from outside?" I ask.

  Mr. Yang sighs. "Do I have to explain everything," he says. "From outside you see the sloping roof. The wall high where the window is, so you cannot see in. Understand?" Mr. Yang asks me.

  "I understand, sorry," I reply.

  "Stick with me. I teach you many things, you be my new neighbor."

  I walk around the apartment with Tina. It already feels like home to me, and the way she is pulling on my arm and holding my hand, it feels the same to her also.

  "Now talk money," Mr. Yang says.

  Beau looks at Mr. Yang. He stares into his eyes.

  "You know what Mr. Yang, I am not even going to bother to better the price. Whatever you say, that is what you can have."

  "Hum. Reverse psychology?" he says.

  "Not at all, I just want us all to be happy," Beau explains.

  "I give you very good price and a good lunch, on the house," Mr. Yang says.

  "Give me a number," Beau says. Shona is impatiently waiting.

  "One apartment here three million, this good for six big apartment plus this one," Mr. Yang says. "That makes twenty-one million. Today you can have it for fifteen million."

  Beau stands in amazement. I just stand in awe, they have been talking numbers I never knew existed.

  Mr. Yang walks closer to Beau. "I do you all a favor. And I tell you all a secret," he says. "I won it in mahjong game."

  I spit and stutter. "You won a twenty-million-dollar warehouse on a game of mahjong?"

  Mr. Yang shrugs his shoulders. "He is rich guy, he can afford it."

  "Who is he?" I ask.

  Mr. Yang laughs loudly. "He my pissed off brutta."

  “Your brother, huh?” Beau laughs loudly.

  I feel Tina grab my arm as Beau extends his hand toward Mr. Yang. "I think we have a deal."

  Mr. Yang nods. "Now dim sum, then we organizing everything."

  “Organization is key.”

  Tina

  “Yummy food always makes me hungry.”

  Mr. Yang has not disappointed us with his promise of his lunch. We sit at the largest buffet table in the Wing Wah. Steamer baskets fill the table. Dim sum and dumplings are everywhere.