What does a man need the most when he comes home after a tiring day? A pretty wife waiting to be ravished. Oh well…. that was not what I expected that night. ….. “A fucking mess, that’s what it is!” I almost… almost… yell at my assistant. Liam tries to stifle his laugh. I glance at him and give him ‘It’s not even funny’ look. And Yeah… he is not my assistant anymore. The girl standing in front of my desk is. And NO, I did not sleep with her… Liam is my CFO now, and a COO… And a few more things. With my inheritance money, I wanted to do bigger things and take bigger bites. Bites way bigger than I could chew. So I needed someone I could trust at my level. I am not stupid to think I could do it all. Only egoistic freaks think that way. It’s a good way to lose money. Keeping Liam as an assistant was a waste of his potential. So this is why I have hired and fired six assistants in the last two years. I was told I can be overbearing at times. Maybe I need to hire a girl as an assistant. Girls have more patience than men, after all. So I did… and here she is, about to cry because I almost yelled at her. “You can leave Emma,” Liam says to her. “I swear to God if you help her out with this one…” I warn Liam as she walks out. He shrugs. “I don’t know… If it reduces your temper, then maybe I should. But you…. You, Miles… need a fucking intervention.” I scowl. “Oh well, I think I should intervene you! For laughing at inappropriate times!” “It wasn’t that big of a deal!” He exclaims, “And that made me laugh.” A raise my brow at him. “You have been stressed again,” he says as he gets up. I place my hands behind my head, taking a nice stretch to think. “When was the last time you did something that was not work?“ he says. I open my mouth, then shut it. He is right. I have actually been stressed since last year. Even most of my hook ups are quickies these days. To save the fucking time. The project, the one where that fucker David backed off. The project, which changed my marital status, soared real good, and we expanded ten folds. After opening multiple projects in New York, we recently shifted our focus to California. “Anyone in my position would be.” All this work. Relocation of the company. Hiring new employees and fucking expansion. It’s been tough. “Go loosen up. I will stay late and fix this.” “I’ll try,” I say dryly as I get up and wear my jacket. “Home?” “Nah… Mom’s been waiting for me there. Determined to have her talk. Not sure about what…” “Avoiding at all costs,” he drawls. “Yeah. Just like you avoid her,” I take a jibe back.. By ‘her’ I mean his high school sweetheart… and yeah, he still isn’t over her. He shakes his head. “At least I don’t take below belt jibes Miles.” I shrug. “Just talk to her,” I say. “Oh okay I will… When you do to your wife!” he retorts and I just laugh while walking out, Because Sophia Brown isn’t a sore topic for me as Isha is for him. Sophia is a blessing. A grace I met only once, and she changed my life. …. So, When I get out of the office, I do exactly what Liam asks me to do. Loosen up. … This girl tastes good. She definitely ate strawberries before meeting me. I squeeze her boobs and she moans in my mouth louder. She pulls away and complains, “It’s cold…” Water… Water is cold. Oh yeah, I forgot. Girls are always cold. I turn the heat knob up and warm water pours above us. I raise her knee up to do exactly what I bought her to do here. To take her. Hard and fast. I nudge my cock at her entrance and she gasps. Water sliding through her body seems erotic. It’s been a while since I had sex in the shower. Honestly, it’s been a while since I hooked up with anyone with patience and time. This is why she feels good today. Because we spend almost an hour kissing and groping each other. I tease her a little more by rubbing my cock at her folds and she begs, ”Do me, Miles… Please.” That’s when I hear the door click. My head turns towards the bathroom door. Her face pales. “Fuck, I hope it’s not my boyfriend.” I raise my brow at her. “You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.” “Ummm, I am about to break up.” “Whore…” I murmur against her lips. “For you… Miles… yes, I am a whore. Do me…” she urges. “You like the idea that your boyfriend might be out there.” I think it may be room service. “Yes…” she breathes out. I smirk and shake my head at her. “Grow some balls and break up with him. Stop cheating behind his back,” I suggest as I impale her with my cock. She told me before giving a head in my car that she has been trying to get in my pants for a month. I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Ohhh Fuck… you are so damn big Miles…” Heard too many times. I grab her hips tight and start pumping into her. And that’s when I hear someone in my room. “When did you come back?” Lust is so fucking high I cannot focus right now. So I pump into her faster to finish us off. Fucking hell! Some intruder in my room. “Oh fuck Oh fuck… Miles yes… yes…” she gasps. The same slurred voice from my room says,“It’s too cold Lena… turn down the Fucking AC!” Something about hearing that voice does it to me, and I reach the edge. I pound her faster to make her come. “Oh God… Fuck… yes… Almost yes yes…” she screams, creaming around my cock. I grunt, giving her last few pumps as I spill into her. When I pull away, she goes limp on the shower floor. I turn off the shower and step out. “You could have stayed for a minute,” she murmurs in post sex haze. I raise my brow at her. “I cannot. You have a boyfriend. Remember?” I say, grabbing my towel. Yea… It looks bad, but I don’t hold girls. It’s damaging. Afterglow of sex can mess with people’s head. It’s better to make the distance as soon as you finish. It has worked well so far. Usually girls think I am a jerk and do not come near me next time. Good for those who realize it on time. Those who don’t… Regret it. I have far more critical things to attend to than some girl’s feelings. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out of the bath to see who interrupted me in the middle of my fuck and almost ruined it.
When I walked out of the bathroom, I expected a million things. I expected someone snooping through my stuff, or worse, someone trying to steal my laptop or wallet. It was a girl’s voice, So I wonder if is she alone or with someone? Did she pick the lock, or did I forget to lock my own damn door? I know it can’t be room service. They wouldn’t complain about being cold or the AC. Probably just some random drunk. I fucking hope that’s the case. Not someone armed, ready to take me out or shit. Last thing I imagined was to see a girl’s clothing spread all over my room. Yea, the girl I fucked… what was her name again? Nancy… Naomi? Her dress is lying here… but there is one more dress. I clearly remember I only bought one girl here, not two. And she was wearing only one dress, not two! I take a few steps and look around, and it doesn’t take me longer to spot the girl. Laying naked on my bed. Her face is away from me and she is laying on her stomach. The sheet is barely covering her hips; her laced thong is inviting enough. I can feel myself hardening again. I fucked a girl in the bathroom barely a minute ago. I thought one fuck was enough to sate my appetite for the night. Maybe it’s her lean back, her perfect spine or maybe it’s her long blond hair spread across her back, barely covering anything. I walk towards her and ask, “Did you lose your way here, gorgeous?” I expect her to startle or scream, but she doesn’t respond. I walk around the bed to see her face, ignoring the fact that I am going harder with each passing second. Is this some blond hooker sent to my room by Liam? Only because I joked about her high school girl Isha? He knows this hotel room is my second home to bring girls. Is it really the case or just my wishful thinking? Just so I can touch her. I shake my head. What is wrong with me today? I grab the sheet and pull it over her body so I can get a fucking grip. Then I brush her hair away from her face, and frown. Who is she, and why does she look familiar? I sink my finger into her hair and grab a fistful. I pull it a little. She still doesn’t wake up. Her plum lips are so inviting, I want to feed her my cock right now. The girl from the bathroom comes out and exclaims, ”Ohh! Wow.” I glance at her. She is wrapped in a towel. “You cannot stay,” I tell her. She looks at the girl in bed, amused. “Are you going to do her too?” “If she wakes up and agrees, then maybe…” She giggles and opens her towel right in front of me, then grabs her dress from the floor. “I will leave if you want me to…. but I have something better in mind,” she says while wearing her bra. I could fuck her again to take my edge off. So this girl in my bed would stop tempting me. Or I could call hotel security and get rid of her. But I don’t want to do that. I want her right where she is. In my bed. Naked. I want to see her eyes. What color is it? I want to see her walk. Is she graceful? I want to hear her voice. Is it musical? Fucking Hell! “And what that would be…” I ask the girl to distract me. I walk away from bed and look around and see her purse laying on the floor along with her clothes. Her phone too. I grab the purse to pull out her ID. I frown as soon as I see it. What the actual fuck! I cannot believe it. Sophia Brown As in my wife! The ‘Sophia Brown!’ I take a good look at it again. Yup, it’s her. In the ID, it’s the same chubby girl I married two years ago. I glance at the face of the girl in my bed. Did she really lose-weight or is this some sick joke by Liam again? It’s too much of a coincidence that she ended in my damn bed! It takes me a little while, but I realize it is indeed her. Her face is lean now. She is lean… I laugh. I glance at the girl, Nancy, as she walks near me. Completely dressed up, ready to leave. “I always had a fantasy, Miles…” she says seductively while looping her hands around my neck. “You should leave,” I tell her softly. I want to fuck again but with Sophia in my bed. It feels wrong. It’s not even a real marriage… Why am I thinking like this? She glances at Sophia and asks, “Is she that special?” I want to roll my eyes. “Don’t tell me you are jealous she gets to sleep here and you are not.” She shrugs. ”Oh well, I am a little jealous… I am sure you know her name, but not mine,” she says with a resentment in her voice and I frown. “It’s Nancy,“ I say, and I see a flicker of annoyance on her face. Oops, maybe her name is Naomi, but I won’t try, just in case it’s wrong again. “There is one thing you could do…” She says, “I would lie in the bed… then you can place her on top of me… her pussy above mine… so when you fuck her… I would feel every thrust you make into her…” she whispers in my ear. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I grab her arm and take her towards the door. She giggles. “Pushed your button… didn’t I?” she asks as I close the door at her face. Yes, she did push my button. Nice petty revenge. She messed with my head just before she went out. She knew I wouldn’t fuck a drunk girl. It was wrong to forget her name, and it’s not nice. I know. … I sit on the chair next to her and simply stare. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath and sink my head in headrest. I clearly remember the contract. It mentioned sex is optional. I wish it was mandatory to consummate the marriage. I suddenly regret not fucking her on our wedding night. I clearly remember I wanted to… She looked beautiful that night. I chuckle. What’s up with her being drunk every time she meets me? I was damn surprised when I figured out she didn’t remember me or the wedding. Last time I contacted her was six months ago. When I sent a gigolo in her New York apartment. She was so fucking furious. I open my phone and read her angry message from that night. Sophia: ‘You fuckin ass-hole why would you do that?’ I wonder if she swears in person, too? Me: ‘I thought I should fulfill some of the husbandly duties. As I cannot personally be there to fuck you. I thought I should send someone to take my place.’ Did she fuck that boy that night? Suddenly I feel agitated and I unwrap the towel. Enough of this. I grab my achingly hard cock in my fist and stroke it. I look at her plum lips and imagine it around my thick cock. I pump it to get some relief while imagining her head bobbing up and down my length. The Temptation to trace her lips with the tip of my cock is damn high. I want to smear my pre-cum onto her lips so she can feel the salt when she wakes up. I am barely holding myself. She takes a stretch and turns on her back. What if she wakes up? The idea thrills me even more. I want her to see what the fuck is she doing to me right now. Why is it a bad idea to be drunk and lay naked in someone’s bed? Sheet slips off her chest, putting her gorgeous breasts on display. Two huge mountains. I pump myself harder, imagining how it would feel to slide my dick between these two perfect specimens. The thought is enough for me to climax. I cum harder than I did while fucking that girl in my bath an hour ago. I breathe hard and look at this beautiful girl in my bed. I am sure about one thing now.. I want to taste her and I want to sink into her. For real. I need to figure out how?
