[Cole]
"I can't do this," Brianna squeaked out. "I'm not, I don't. Oof! My sexual experience… it won't be good. Sex with me will not meet your expectations."
As soon as we got to my suite, she let me take control of her body, responding to my every touch as I unwrapped her. I was tempted to cut her out of the jumpsuit she was wearing by the time I got to the last leg. Now? She chose fucking now to realize what I asked of her was fucked up?
I was Cole Hunter. I wasn't hard up for pussy, but fuck if I wasn't stuck on the idea of having hers. Then I saw her out there tonight. It was clear she and Shaun fucked before. Multiple times, based on his familiarity with her. I just snapped. How did she let that low life touch her but she kept rejecting my advances?
Like I said though, I was Cole Hunter. A proud manslut. I was the last to slut shame anyone. Was I… jealous? Of fucking Shaun Banner? My ego couldn't take it. I lost patience. I would have said or done anything to put my dick in her cunt tonight.
Did I go a step too far? Yes, but she ate this shit up. Even now as she darted away from me and curled up against the edge of the couch, as far as possible from me, she wasn't saying no. Somehow the beautiful slut before me thought she'd be a bad lay.
This amused me. Turned me on. Watching her tremble and shy away from our shared arousal had my stiff dick aching.
"Only men can be bad in bed. If he tells you otherwise, his dick failed you both," I deadpanned, though rumours of her wild nature in bed certainly added to the allure of fucking her.
As soon as our eyes met, she found a cushion to hide behind.
"I have no experience. Not with someone like you," she said softly, eyes sparkling with meaning.
Somehow I knew she wasn't talking about my wealth. She was talking about my hunger for her. The clear obsession I had with her cunt. I swallowed as I stalked towards her, desperately hoping the way I craved her cunt wasn't all over my face.
She made me feel like I was about to be used, despite me having lured her up here. Blackmailed her into being here. The way she stroked my ego heightened the high. No longer was I interested in more than one night. She made me feel things. I fucking hated that.
There was no two ways about it though. I was fucking her tonight. Until I fucked her right out of my system. Fuck knew why she insisted on not working with me, but sending her on her way after nailing her was just fine by me.
"Miss Chase, don't you think you've been a tease for long enough?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and a crooked grin.
I stood up, took off my tie and dropped it on the floor. She watched my every move, as though she was a confused deer caught in headlights, trying to make sense of what was happening. Deciding not to think too much about things and just take what I want as I was accustomed to doing, I commenced teasing my tormentor. Playing to her innocent act, my lustful gaze locked with her striking greys as I rapidly started unbuttoning my shirt.
A breath hitched in her throat. A gasp later, my muscular abs were unveiled to her. She looked on as though in awe, now clinging onto the pillow for dear life.
"I mean it. Shaun was right. You'll be sorry you wasted your time on me," she said with a pout. "I'm, I'm boring in bed."
The low opinion she had of herself would have meant nothing to me from another woman. With her, I found it unbearable. Insufferable.
"Allow me to prove you wrong," I said coaxingly, my words almost a plea as the pout on her face tugged at my heartstrings.
There were those pesky fucking feelings again as my face softened for her. I wanted, more than anything, for her to enjoy it.
Irked with my needy ass, impatience took me over and my seduction of the prude took an abrupt turn. Easing into the spot next to her, I hastily slipped my hand under her shield, tucked her panties aside and plunged a finger into her warm, aroused pussy.
"Women don't need to be interesting in bed. Not that you're not. Believe me, you are. You beguiling, bewitching vixen. Even if you weren't the most fascinating woman in existence, you'd still have a cunt. Which means your job is simply to spread your legs and be pleased," I said, a sadistic grin on my face as I watched her eyes widen.
"Fuck!" She hissed, almost resentfully, face contorting in pleasure.
"Enjoy my dick, Bianca. Just let go and enjoy the fucking fantasy that is fucking a billionaire," I said, coating my finger in her juices agonizingly slowly, seeking to comfort as much as tease her.
She slumped forward and grabbed a hold of my shoulders. Then she looked up at me and bared her teeth at me. My dick twitched. I met her aggressive growl with an amused, devilish grin.
"There is my temptress. If Shaun touched your sexy body and left unsatisfied, you were clearly too much of a handful for the manchild," I whispered, my breath warm on her lips as I closed in, my finger pumping in and out of her at a quick and steady pace.
"Bloody fucking hell." She moaned, rewarding my choice to jump right in with rapid bucking and jerking of her hips.
Her gaze bore into me with veracious vigor. She studied me as I fingered her tight, little pussy.
"You like touching me," she whispered. "You can't get enough," she observed, curious eyes watching me, as though we were participating in some sex study.
"No shit, you beautiful spitfire," I said, my dick twitching as she eye fucked me. "Congratulations. You just figured out how sinful attraction turned obsessive works."
Maybe she was drunker than I thought. An emotional drunk? Her innocent eyes lit up with desire and something I couldn't quite name.
Courage? Bravery? Fuck me, the rumours weren't a complete exaggeration, were they?
"I'm not about to fuck a virgin, am I?" I deadpanned, and I knew it was stupid to ask, but somehow I felt reassured, lest I give her reasons to realize she didn't need to do this.
That I'd never hurt her. Side against her. All I wanted to do was satisfy and protect her.
"You're hot," she returned with a sigh that died in a moan.
She clung to my flexing bicep, digging into the flesh. Her cushion fell to the floor, revealing her voluptuous breasts stuffed into a strapless yellow bra. My dick stirred, sending my finger thrusting into her faster.
"It won't change shit. I'd still fuck you. Hell, nothing could keep my dick out of your pussy tonight," I said, oversharing some more.
The fragile atmosphere of acceptance and serenity lingered, nonetheless. I felt like I could tell her anything and it would be okay. That was fucking stupid, but the feeling just wouldn't go away.
"I believe you. I bet you've defiled your fair share of virgins. Lucky them. I might as well be one. It's been a while since… I don't think—" her voice broke off into a half sob, half moan as she poured her heart out to me, glassy eyes looking up at me with anticipation.
Expectation. Was she trying to say she's never been thoroughly satisfied in bed? The fucking goddess sitting across from me?
"Not possible. So damn sexy." I growled, unable to control myself as I began kissing and lapping at her cleavage, nudging furiously at the cups of her bra.
"Fuck me right. It's quite possible that no one ever has. No one ever took the time to please me," she confessed, her fingers getting tangled in my hair as her tears dropped onto my face.
Her fist yanked my head back and her damp forehead fell against my chest as her body started quaking against mine.
"I love what you're doing to me," she screamed, half accusing, half beyond the realm of self awareness. "Don't stop."
I almost blew my load right there and then, cradling her against me as she clamped down on my finger so hard it hurt.
"I don't make love, vixen," I warned her, seeing the need for something I couldn't offer her reflected in her eyes. "Pleasure I can give you though," I said, stroking her sea of red waves while she succumbed to her orgasm on my finger.
I'm already a scoundrel. Don't make a liar of me too, Miss Chase.