The Dirty Hotel King

by Cassandra Dee

  “Ride me. Now.”

  Rosy quickly got on top of me, easing my stiff shaft into her wet cunt. Her eyes rolled back as she took my cock deep inside her.

  I held her hips as she eased herself up and down my cock, her perky tits bouncing all over the place.

  “Fuck!” Rosy whimpered as she began moving faster. I slapped her plump ass, making her bounce on my cock.

  “Faster, baby. Take it like you mean it!” I ordered. Rosy placed her hands on my pecs and bounced furiously. Her cries were practically shrill screams as my cock stretched her pussy.

  I could sense a load of cum was about to spurt out, so I flipped her over and quickly took my cock out.

  “Open your mouth!” I barked as cum sprayed out of my cock. Immediately, that perfect pout opened, accepting every droplet of my load. She swallowed hungrily, licking any excess off her fingers.

  I smirked as she stared up at me, tits heaving up and down, and that beautiful face covered in my cum.

  “Thank you, Mr. Steele.”

  I leaned in and kissed Rosy’s parted lips, slipping my tongue in her warm mouth.

  “I’m glad you learned your lesson, angel. It had to be taught.”

  She nodded obediently. Satisfied, I walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, before throwing it at her.

  “Clean yourself,” I ordered. “Then get some rest.”

  Rosy smiled and happily wiped her face and chest off as she lay back on the bed. As I bent to kiss her, my heart pounded in my chest.

  “Do you promise never to wander off again?” I asked sternly, fixing her with my blue gaze. And like a good little girl, she nodded.

  “Yes, Mr. Steele. Never again.”

  I vowed I wouldn’t get sucked into feeling vulnerable again, but there was no going back. Because being distant was no use. That wouldn’t work– Rosy had figured out a way to cut me to my core. I couldn’t go back to ignoring her. But I had to somehow stop this flood of emotions. If I couldn’t keep myself in check, I knew terrible things would happen.

  I had to choose my actions wisely. I couldn’t hurt Rosy again.

  Rosy fell asleep shortly thereafter. I pulled a blanket over her ripe ass and listened to her soft snores for a moment before leaving the bedroom. I went into the kitchen and took a bottle of beer from the fridge, turning it in my hands as I pondered my quandary.

  Today had changed everything. I had to protect Rosy from all the things in the world that could harm her. I had to make sure Rosy was okay. And yet, I couldn’t get involved with her emotionally. How the fuck was this going to work?

  I tiptoed back to the bedroom and stood over the bed, watching the angel sleep. She was still naked and sleeping on her side. Her hair was spread all around her, and she had a faint smile on her lips. She was beautiful, and she was perfect. I wanted to own her. I wanted her to be all mine. I didn’t want anyone or anything coming near her. But being with Rosy after the month was up could be risky. For both of us.

  I slowly got on the bed and crawled next to her, laying on my side. I traced her face with my fingers, admiring how soft and young she was.

  The day had been a long and dark, and while it brought me to my senses, it also had me conflicted. Rosy was my baby girl, and I wanted her in my life. I was petrified though. Feelings are new to me and had me scared shitless. Fucking is old, but emotions? That’s dangerous stuff.

  So I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and ran my fingers through her hair. Rosy stirred in her sleep and moaned softly. My heart felt heavy just watching her.

  “What have I gotten myself into?” I whispered.

  Chapter 14

  Rosy

  I was bummed that my plan to run into the woods fell through, but in a way, it worked. Because after Steele and I made up, he became extremely possessive. Even more possessive than before. Everywhere I went, he followed. When I woke up, he was already awake. When I showered, he’d be waiting with a towel. I couldn’t even make breakfast without Steele standing behind me and kissing the back of my neck. I was thrown off, and yet also adored the ceaseless attention.

  Because I loved the affection, even if it bordered on controlling. It had been so hurtful when he was so cold and short with me. I tried so hard to resist him, but it was impossible.

  That’s why I’ so confused. There’s this up and down aspect to everything, like he’s trying to fight himself. One moment he’s hot, the next cold. Our conversations would get deep and involved, and I could tell he was trying to get to know me.

  And then he would push me away. It usually happened whenever I started asking him questions. Even though I was getting used to the pattern, it was no less frustrating.

  I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was worried about what would happen at the end of the month. It was like a slow-mo train wreck coming at you, that you don’t know how to stop.

  One day, after I fixed Steele lunch, I came to the conclusion that I needed to get to the bottom of this. The month was coming to an end, and I was tired of being in the dark. I finished washing the dishes and put them in the dishrack. It was time to talk. I grabbed the fresh pot of coffee from off the counter and strolled to the front porch.

  I took a deep breath and eased open the screen door to peek outside. Steele was sitting in a rocking chair with an empty coffee mug. He had on a black t shirt, blue jeans, and his hiking boots. His dark hair was slicked back, and his eyes were fixed straight ahead. I wondered what he had on his mind. Maybe just like me, he was conflicted?

  I had to make my move. I cleared my throat and stepped outside.

  “Coffee?” I asked as I held up the coffee pot. Without turning to face me, Steele held out his coffee mug.

  My heart dropped. He was back to being distant, I could tell. I reluctantly poured the coffee with a sigh.

  “Steele?”

  “Yes?”

  His voice was flat and had no emotion.

  I inhaled sharply. “What’s going to happen after these last two weeks?” My heart pounded in my chest. I was afraid of his answer.

  “We go back to reality. What did you think?”

  The air rushed out of my lungs and my heart sank. I blinked back tears.

  “I know I wasn’t supposed to ask that question,” I said quietly. “I just couldn’t help but think there was something more.”

  “Something more?” Steele turned to face me, his expression unreadable.

  “Yes.”

  “This was just a transition, Rosy. You knew that. I knew that. When your dad came to me, he was trying to make quick cash. And he did. So now it’s coming to end.”

  My chin started to quiver. My world felt like it was crashing down all around me. I knew this would happen, but I didn’t want to acknowledge it.

  “Of course I knew that. But all those moments we had...you can’t tell me there was nothing there!” I said in a rushed voice.

  Steele stood up swiftly. “It was just sex. You’re a hot piece of ass, and I just wanted to fuck,” he said roughly, those blue eyes not meeting mine. “I can’t help if you developed emotions. It’s probably because you’re so young and inexperienced. The older you get, the less emotional you’ll be.”

  My chest felt heavy with pain, like I was buried under concrete. I wanted to run away and cry my eyes out, but I pushed myself to keep talking.

  “Are you ashamed to be seen with me? Is that what it is?” I asked in a tremulous voice. A tear slipped down my cheek.

  Steele fell quiet and clenched his jaw.

  “No, not at all, Rosy.”

  “I can’t help but think you’re lying.” My voice shook.

  Steele sighed and took a long sip of his coffee.

  “Well, I’m not.”

  “You’re a billionaire, and I’m a nobody…”

  “Rosy, stop.”

  “My dad is a bum but he’s all I’ve got. I’m sorry. I’m invisible and I’ll never measure up to those women you’ve been with.”

  “Rosy, enou
gh!”

  I stopped talking and looked away. I couldn’t let him see me cry. Hurriedly, I opened the screen door and went back into the cabin. I felt incredibly stupid. Why did I think someone like Steele would want me? After all, no one had ever wanted me before. The long and the short of it was that it had all been a dream.

  I wobbled to the bedroom, locked the door, and got ready for a shower. The warm water felt so relaxing on my bare skin. I let the water wash over my hair and closed my eyes. I wished I could just drown and forget about everything.

  And yet, memories of the past month flooded my head. Meeting Steele. Losing my virginity to him. Falling for Steele. And then having to deal with Steele pushing me away. And then pulling me back. And then pushing me away again.

  It was all like a bad nightmare. I started to wish I had never met him. Maybe then it’d be easier.

  Tears filled my eyes as I dipped my head under the warm spray and sniffled in a bleak attempt to drown my sorrows.

  I switched the shower off and stood silently for a moment. Maybe Steele would be just outside, telling me that everything would be okay. Maybe this was all a test. Maybe he just didn’t want me to run off again. Exhaling loudly, I opened the shower door and stepped out.

  I walked into the bedroom, dripping wet. My mind flashed back to Steele, sending heat through my body.

  I heard the front door open and close. Steele was in the cabin once more, just a few feet away through the wall. Defiance started to pound through me, killing off any remaining sources of innocence I had left.

  I strode out of the bedroom and stood in the middle of living room, stark naked. It was chilly and my nipples were as stiff as little pebbles, but I didn’t care. I wanted Steele to see me – all of me.

  Steele immediately looked at me with shock.

  “Rosy?” he sputtered. “What the fuck?”

  “Do you really want to watch me walk away forever?” I demanded, hands on my hips. I was shocked at my statement, but I didn’t regret it. My inner bad girl was slowly coming out.

  Steele scanned me up and down, his eyes mesmerized by my wet, naked body. I stood taller and walked in front of him. Grabbing his hand, I placed it on my breast, then stared him straight in the eyes. Steele swallowed hard, his hold on my breast becoming tighter. His index finger carefully outlined my erect nipple, making my pussy wet. I wanted him, but I wanted him to beg for it.

  I put my hand over his and then slowly removed it. Moving even closer to him, I put my hand on his hard cock and rubbed it. His lips twitched as my hand grazed him. I could tell he wanted to fuck me.

  But as badly as I wanted that to happen too, I had to make a point.

  “Are you a bad girl now?” Steele growled, those blue eyes blazing. I stopped rubbing his cock and took that strong chin in my hand.

  I got on my tip toes and kissed him hard on the mouth, sticking my tongue in his mouth. As I pulled away, he looked shocked and confused.

  “No more innocence. You fucked it out of me, Mr. Steele.”

  The alpha male sprang into action, fingers fumbling at his fly. I turned quickly and walked back to the bedroom, throwing myself on the bed. What happened next wasn’t my fault, or his … it was just the culmination of our love and fury for one another.

  Chapter 15

  Rosy

  I thought I had him in my palm. I thought I was going to show Steele exactly who was the boss. But as I waited on the mattress, he didn’t follow. What in the world?

  I waited and waited and waited, but he never came. Slowly, I got back up and on trembling legs, made my way back into the living room. He stood there, that handsome face a mask of fury, his large form powerful and intimidating.

  I felt stupid.

  Why had I ever believed that I could control him? He was a billionaire twice my age, experienced and sophisticated. I was a naïve little girl who knew nothing about nothing.

  And he didn’t love me. He saw me as an immature, somewhat convenient piece of ass. I realized the sex was the only thing that he wanted me for – as per our original agreement.

  Heart breaking, I dropped to my knees and submissively crawled to the king. He towered over me, that blue gaze so dark that it made me shiver.

  “I’m just here to fuck your throat,” Steele said. His voice was so well-modulated voice that I almost cried. He was in control, and how could I ever have thought otherwise? I nodded, tears burning the insides of my eyelids.

  And with a firm hand, he tangled his fist in my hair, pulling my head forwards roughly as his cock plunged into my waiting mouth. His shaft was warm and invited my throat to open for him. I started to gag, but he didn’t take his cock out of my mouth.

  Nor did I want him to.

  “Take all of me, baby girl,” Steele grunted. I looked up as I tightened my lips around his cock. His eyes were partially closed and it almost seemed like he was in a dreamland.

  I knew how to get a rise out of him though.

  Gently cupping his balls, I jiggled them in my hands, never taking my gaze off of him. His eyes opened and his lips parted, letting out a snarl of pleasure.

  His eyes met mine as he tried to mask his ecstasy, but I gently squeezed his balls tighter. When I held him like that, it made me feel powerful. For one single second, I was in control. Even though I was on my knees being mouth-fucked harshly, Steele’s balls were in my hand and I had the power to hurt him.

  Not that I ever would, though. All I wanted to do was worship the alpha male and give him pleasure in ways that he’d never dreamed of before.

  But my movements did their magic. He cracked. “Fuck, Rosy!” Steele panted. He placed both of his hands in my hair, yanking my head forwards hard. The sensation drove me wild, and Steele pushed his cock nice and deep in my warm mouth until my throat was full.

  I placed my hands in on his hips to allow him even further into my throat, wanting to devour this man alive. The tip of his manhood was soft on the roof of my mouth as his balls gently slapped my face.

  I quickly took his cock out of my mouth, jacking him off with my hand. His breathing was heavy and jagged as I stared up at him.

  “You taste so fucking good, Mr. Steele.” I licked my lips to show just how badly I wanted him. “I love the taste of your hard cock.”

  Steele flared his nostrils, unable to control how much he wanted me.

  He then yanked me by the hair, bringing my lips to the tip of his cock once more.

  “You better make me come then.” His jaw clenched and he seemed more aggressive than usual which turned me on deliciously. My cunt was drenched with my own juices, and I wanted him to fuck me hard, so I took his cock in my mouth again, bobbing my head up and down his shaft.

  I kept my hands on his shaft, rubbing them up and down. His eyes rolled back, and he gritted his teeth.

  “Rosy....”

  It didn’t take long for his cock to start throbbing, signaling me that his cum was about to start rushing down my throat. I kept his balls in my hands, gently massaging them until his load overflowed my waiting mouth. My eyes started to water, and I could feel tears sliding down my face from the humiliation.