by Chelsea Cash
Since the Las Vegas airport was right in the middle of the city, the ride to the hotel was pretty short. The driver pulled up to a hotel even more extravagant than the previous one and told me to have a nice time.
Am I supposed to tip him? I wondered, but he pulled away before I could decide.
Gigantic white marble pillars stretched toward the hotel roof. There was a gleaming fountain out front that looked like it belonged in a European capital’s city center. My jaw dropped at the scene, and I had to remind myself to close it and get moving. I pretended like I belonged there and hoped that I looked like it.
I entered the hotel, and my heart jumped when I saw the now very recognizable shape of Ryan Jakes, his back to me, chatting with the front desk clerk. He was dressed in an amazing tailored suit and designer shoes. It was obvious to me that the clerk wasn’t used to seeing him in the flesh, from how much she was blushing and giggling.
Ryan turned to me, and I was happy to see his eyes widen slightly as he took in my outfit. I beamed despite the hotel clerk’s disappointed expression, feeling beautiful and frisky.
“I’ve got everything squared away already, let’s go upstairs,” he said, taking my arm. I noticed that his tie was just the right shade of green to accent his eyes, which made me wonder if he had his own personal stylist. “How was your flight?”
“It was great, but I was just anxious to get here. This place is really amazing!” I said. “Do you own it too?”
“Yes, it’s one of mine,” he answered as though it was no big deal, and he had many more. I realized, at that moment, that I really didn’t know much about what he did apart from the fact that he was an important figure and owned multiple upscale hotels. I decided that if he wanted to share with me than he would. I was also impressed by the fact that he didn’t feel the need to brag or talk about himself. For someone as important as he was, he seemed quite modest and down-to-earth.
In the elevator, he put his hand around my waist. My skin tingled where the warmth of his skin touched me, and my heart rate increased. I wondered again what I meant to him, and whether we’d be sharing a room tonight. I could hardly stand the tension in the air.
Finally, the elevator pulled to the top floor of the decadent hotel. We walked up the hall a bit. “Here’s the room,” he said, opening the door with a key.
I tried not to gasp as I walked in and noticed that it was bigger than my entire apartment back home. Again, thoughts of being unworthy and feeling out of place tried to creep into my mind, but I just shoved them off and told myself to enjoy it. Otherwise, what was the point of coming all the way out here?
The bed was enormous. The ceilings were high, and there was even a Jacuzzi in the center of the room. Clearly, this had to be one of the best suites on the property.
As I was looking around the place, Ryan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I immediately arched my back so that my ass was up against his crotch, taking in the feel of his hard, warm body against mine.
He ran his hands up my front, letting one caress my throat before putting each hand inside of my dress so that he could caress and massage my breasts. I sighed with pleasure. Clearly, he didn’t want to waste any time.
Ryan started to kiss and lightly nibble my neck as he ran his hands back down my body, resting them right on my hips before pulling them toward him. I wanted him inside of me, immediately, but I remembered what he said about patience the last time we were together. So instead, I rubbed myself up against him.
I could feel him growing hard beneath his slacks. I reached my hand behind me to stroke it, enjoying the sudden stiffening and then relaxing of his body against mine.
Reaching my other hand behind me, I started to unbuckle his pants, deciding to take the lead a bit. I then spun around to finish pulling them down. We were standing right in front of the gigantic bed, and I gently pushed him backward.
He sat down and then leaned back to lay flat on the bed, looking impossibly handsome as he stared up at me. I stopped to admire his perfect jawline and the way his dark lashes framed his eyes before I leaned down to kiss him, relishing his warm lips and the scent of his aftershave. I suddenly remembered how good he was with his mouth and got an idea.
I stopped kissing him and looked straight into his eyes. His facial expression seemed to challenge me, asking me what I’d do next. I decided to take a chance and follow my lust.
Walking on my knees, I went forward until I was nearly straddling his upper-body. He placed his hands along my thighs, rubbing and caressing them as I lifted my dress, and then inched my hot, yearning pussy near his mouth.
He moved his head forward to meet it, slowly licking all the way up my slit—from the bottom up toward my swollen clit. I cried out, unable to stop myself from immediately grinding on his tongue. My knees felt as though they might collapse at any second from this sensation, but I willed myself to hold my body up, moving back and forth as he kissed and licked me.
His piercing green eyes looked up at me as his expert tongue and lips sucked, kissed and caressed me in all the right places. His warm breath only added to the sensation. I had never had oral sex like this before, and I finally understood what all the hype was about. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to stop.
His hands were grabbing and kneading my ass, and I was completely lost in a world of ecstasy. Suddenly, he stopped and then jammed his tongue up inside of my clenching pussy. This caused me to cry out and renew my enthusiasm in riding his face. He didn’t seem to mind how wild and rough I was being, so I kept going. I was going to climax very, very soon if I kept this up. Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing again.
“What are you doing?” I asked him breathlessly and impatiently.
“Making you wait for something nice,” he responded. “Stand up.”
I got up and stepped off the bed. He got up too and took a step toward me and removed my dress. He picked me up easily, making me feel as light as a feather as he held me in his arms. He walked toward the wall, pinning me up against it firmly., He then rubbed his hard, warm cock against my slippery slit, moving it back and forth, lingering each time he reached my clit.
“Is this what you’ve been thinking about back home?” he asked me, but I was so lost in what I was feeling that I couldn’t answer him.
“Is this what you’ve been imagining when you fuck your tight little cunt with that toy?” he continued. “Did you say my name as you came?”
I nodded, moaning, wondering how he knew such a thing. “Just fuck me, Ryan, please, oh my god,” I said, completely beside myself with longing. “Fuck me!”
“Since you said please, I’ll forgive you for being pushy,” he said, giving me that same small, sexy laugh again before thrusting himself up inside of me with one fluid, breathtaking motion.
I had so much sexual energy pent up inside me from not just being here with him but of imagining this day after day back home that I didn’t even try to control myself. I closed my eyes and let my body take over, rocking and thrusting with Ryan, letting him pound me against the wall.
I allowed my hands to explore every part of his gorgeous, perfect body, running them along each defined ridge of his abs and then along his hard, sizable biceps. Clearly, this man worked hard to get the body he had, and I found that inexpressibly irresistible.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” I said, not even caring if I sounded pathetic. “I’ve been thinking of you every day—getting myself off multiple times a day to the thought of your body.”
“I’ve thought of you a fair amount too, actually,” he said, “Now turn around and bend over, hands on the wall.”
I was getting used to his commanding nature now, and I was excited to follow his orders. Spinning around when he set me back down, I put my hands up against the wall, arching my lower back. I heard him sigh contently at the view, and he ran his hands along my sides, pausing at the swell of my hips.
“You really have a beautiful body, you know that?” he asked me.
“It’s been hard to get it off my mind since that first night I met you.”
I was amazed at what he was saying. This was certainly the most he had opened up to me. But I didn’t have much time to think before he entered me again, moaning slightly as he pushed his cock in as deep as it would go. It was in so deep that it almost hurt from this angle, but the pleasure was too great to resist. He gave me a light spank, and my eyes widened.
“Fuck me now, Monica,” he told me in that unbelievably sexy voice, and I started bouncing up and down as he held still, holding onto my hips and sighing deeply as I took control.
Again, I felt my orgasm building with my motions, but he seemed determined to put it off and make me wait for it, holding my hips still and taking over the thrusting motions in between. As he did this, he started to rub my asshole again lightly, and I found that I enjoyed it immensely. The combination of sensations was making it hard to remain standing up, but somehow, I managed.
“You give off an innocent vibe, but I could tell that you had a slutty side waiting beneath that when I first saw you,” he told me. I could hear the pleasure in his voice, but he was still keeping it remarkably controlled. Again, I felt an intense wave of attraction pass over me, along with disbelief at what was happening.
“You bring it out of me,” I said, moaning in between while trying to keep my mind straight. “I’m not usually like this.”
“Well, we’ll have to change that then,” he answered. “Won’t we?” I felt overcome with both joy and pleasure since this seemed to entail that we would continue seeing each other.
“Fuck my cock hard, Monica—until I cum inside of your tight little cunt.” These words ignited a new spark and energy inside of me. I kept going until I could feel his body stiffen and then relax as he pumped his load inside of me.
Chapter 5
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I woke up soon after, realizing that I had fallen asleep after this escapade somehow. Ryan was not there in the bed with me, but I immediately saw a note on the bedside table. It said, “Meet me in the lobby at seven.”
Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was just past six, which gave me enough time to shower and get ready to meet Ryan. I decided to wear a black dress this time, which was a bit less revealing than my previous ones. I felt beautiful and went downstairs, anxious to see him again even though it hadn’t even been that long.
At seven, I entered the lobby and saw that he was waiting for me and looking even more immaculate than usual. As I neared him, I caught the intoxicating scent of his cologne. I had never been this infatuated or enamored by a man before.
A car was waiting out front for us, another brand-new Mercedes, and we got in the back. We had barely gotten seated when I turned to him, eager to get closer. He slipped his strong, warm hand around my waist, and I thought I might die of happiness before we reached the restaurant.
Everything in Vegas was relatively close together, so we got there pretty quick. I was still alive but still overtaken by my own excitement. The restaurant was French and incredibly expensive. I put these thoughts out of my mind and allowed him to wine and dine me, since that was obviously what he wanted.
“Did you enjoy our afternoon together, Monica?” he asked me as I sipped at my glass of red wine.
“More than you know,” I answered.
“Your sexual appetite is quite impressive,” he responded. “And you clearly enjoy being dominated.”
I was again shocked at his straightforward way of saying things, but couldn’t deny the validity of these words. I sipped at my wine again, unable to think of what to say.
“This place is truly extraordinary, Ryan. Thanks so much for bringing me out here,” I said.
“It’s no problem at all. I enjoy your presence,” he said. “And don’t be afraid to have a few glasses of that. We are going to take things to a new level tonight, and it will be best if you’re quite relaxed.”
“A new level?” I asked, feeling slightly nervous. But I was smiling despite myself, high on the feeling of this man being attracted to me and bringing me to these incredible places. What would we be doing later? I could hardly wait to find out.
“I want to explore a new part of your body,” he answered and then changed the subject. I had a hard time concentrating on our dinner together. I just wanted to get back and see what he meant. At the same time, I was apprehensive. I reminded myself, again and again, to focus on the moment and enjoy being in this amazingly decadent restaurant with this incredibly handsome and charming man.
We got along very well, which pleasantly surprised me. Before coming back here, I had wondered more than once if our connection was purely sexual or if there was something more to it. We laughed together, and he appeared to genuinely like being with me.
After the amazing dinner, we got back to the hotel and went straight toward the room, neither of us saying a word—probably because we were both fixated on what was about to happen. We walked into the room, and he wasted no time at all. Ryan immediately said, “Lie face down on the bed and spread your legs.”
I did what he said, glad that I didn’t overeat and wasn’t too full. After I laid down, he put his hands over my calves and then steadily ran them upward toward the hem of my dress, slipping them up over my ass slowly. I could feel my pussy growing hot already in anticipation.
He played with the hem of my thong a bit, pulling on it slightly so that it pressed against my clit. I sighed a bit, feeling like he was intentionally teasing. My juices were really starting to flow now as he kneeled on the bed between my spread legs and started to massage my ass.
He moved my panties aside with one hand as the other continued to rub. It felt amazing. Using the thumb of the same hand that was rubbing my ass, he caressed my slit. The natural lubrication that had appeared there within seconds made this feel incredible.
“You excite so easily, Monica,” he said in a low, aroused-sounding voice. “You’re nearly dripping already. I like that about you.”
Without any warning, he unbuckled his pants and got behind me, slipping himself into my pussy. He was quite rough this time, and I absolutely loved it. Although he usually seemed intent on teasing me as much as possible, this time he went straight for it, and I was glad. I didn’t want to wait.
I was so wet that he glided inside me incredibly easily and started thrusting wildly. The position I was in, lying flat on my stomach, made me feel all of this even more than unusual. He grabbed my hands, which were down at my sides. and folded my arms behind my back, putting me into a submissive and somewhat vulnerable position.
I enjoyed being under his control and already felt like I was about to come. How did it happen so fast with him?
I started rising to my knees with my ass in the air, trying to get his cock even deeper inside of me. I wanted to take every single inch of it. The new and even more intense sensation from the new position brought my orgasm suddenly and immediately. I yelled out as it gripped me, bucking my hips wildly against him and then slowing down toward the end. He sighed deeply, but he wasn’t even close to being done with me.
He pulled himself out of my cunt and then pushed my ass back down so that I was lying flat again. He began to massage me again and started rubbing his thumb along my pussy, going higher each time until he got closer to the opening of my ass. I was so wet that both holes were soaked within seconds. With this added lubrication which felt even better than before, I moaned, pushing myself back toward his hand.
“You like this feeling, don’t you?” he asked me, and I just sighed in response. He continued to rub his finger against my asshole before slipping his fingertip inside. “I am going to fill up this little hole. Sluts like you love getting fucked in the ass. So just relax. After that orgasm, this shouldn’t be too hard.”
I had never had anything in there except for this man’s fingertip, but I was so aroused by the thought that I just waited patiently, enjoying the feeling. It turned me on beyond belief when he talked this way.
; “I am going to put my cock against your asshole, and you’re going to do the moving at first,” he instructed. “Take as much of it as you want and go at your own pace.”
This made me feel a lot better and any remaining nervousness vanished. I felt him move closer to me with his entire body. Within seconds, his hot and very hard cock was up against me. It felt warm and inviting.
He rubbed it against my pussy at first to get it lubricated and then put it against the opening of my ass. “Don’t tense up,” he said. “Just keep your body relaxed.”
I did as he said and moved myself backward to start taking the tip of his cock into my ass. It didn’t hurt as I had feared it would, and the wine I had earlier probably helped with this. Instead, it felt incredible. I started moving back and forth, and found that moving too fast did cause it to hurt slightly. So, I took it very slowly and gently.