The Billionaire's Little obsession

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!!" Samantha half yelled when she discovered she was on a bed and in a room she has never seen before.

"What the hell am I doing here", she asked herself, looking around her environment trying to find something familiar or remember something

"Oh, no Sam..."

Flashback

Samantha sat down on the chair very close to the bar stander. No one needed to tell her that her face looked like a complete mess because of how she frowned.

She just broke up with her boyfriend after she caught him cheating. It was just a casual visit to clear her head off some disturbing issues that have been going through her mind for three months.

No one knew what was wrong with her. Only she knows what was going on in that head of hers.

She couldn't control the tears and frustration that had hung there for months. Immediately she saw her lover in bed with someone, she started crying uncontrollably.

She threw insults at him and left. He couldn't even apologise properly. He told her to her face that it's because she refused to give him what every girl gives to her man. Her virginity.

She quickly snapped out of her thoughts as she ordered for more tranquila.

"Two more bottles," she said as she winked at the bartender.

She was already feeling tipsy, and she could feel it. But she didn't want to stop. She needed to get drunk to stupor.

She slowly looked down at her phone, it has been in her hand for a long time, waiting to see if only Henry would call her.

She tilted her head back trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall off only to notice that someone at the far end of the club was looking at her.

"What the fuck dude, What kind of look is that"?, she said under her breath. She knew he can't hear her but he saw her lips parted.

She quickly gulped the remaining tranquila and walked towards the bathroom to ease herself.

"Hey". Said a voice behind her.

She jerked off like she was shocked by an electric, only to turn over and see the same Greek god that has been staring at her for more than an hour.

She was already drunk. She didn't take careful notice of his features but she knew he is one hell of a goddamn greek god molded by heaven's special hands.

"Hey", she replied, as she felt herself drawn to him.

"You look fucking handsome, and the lips....looks like you want to have a taste of me", she said leaning in close to him.

"You really wanna get laid "

"Obviously"

"Are you a whore"

"If that's what I'm for wanting a man that looks like a fallen angel, then yeah I'm a whore ", she said without feeling a bit of shame.

He quickly carried her in a bridal style. He didn't even care if anyone was watching.

"Fredrick, get my car", he said to his driver the moment he got outside where the driver was standing and waiting for him.

"Ouch, broad chest. I love your scent", she said leaning in and inhaling his cologne.

In a twinkle of an eye she was already in his car, on her way to his house. Someone she didn't know.

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The door creaked open as Franklin Edwards held Samantha close to him as if he wanted to bury her whole being in him.

He got to his room and laid her in the bed.

He brought her to one of his penthouses. He turned around to pull off his clothes, only to be yanked back into the bed. His face was on hers. He quickly removed Samantha's hands from his shirt.

"I need to shower"

"But I want you now", she said, opening a few buttons of her clothes, reviewing her well sculpted round breast that hasn't been touched by anyone, not even her ex boyfriend, Henry.

Oh fuck. He couldn't resist her.

He claimed her lips. She reciprocated. His lips bit down on her lower lips as he fought dominance.

The kiss became heated.

He gently raises her gown... Leading his hands to her sweet pot. He widened her legs as he begins to caress her honey pot

" Ahh, oh", she said amidst pleasure.

He didn't answer but increased his pace.. finally he inserted his finger into her, then added another. She couldn't hold but yelp.

"oh fuck," he said. "So tight. Never done this before, right?"

She didn't even argue because she knew it was true.

She felt a sharp pain in-between her legs, soon it was accompanied with pleasure.

She was already reaching orgasm and he pulled his hands with a wicked grin playing on his face.

"You don't get to cum until I tell you to", he said, a grin playing on his face.

"stop all this please. Can we just continue?",she pleaded.

Franklin turned Samantha around so she could face him, with his fingers still lodged inside her, he continued his exercise.

Samantha's screams made the room crumble to ruins, so she covered her mouth with a palm to keep the cries at bay, but Franklin intentionally transferred his second hand to her front too, caressing her entrance with his thumb as the second finger railed her psychopathically.

Samantha's palm slipped away from her mouth, and her cheek pressed against his bare chest as her moans broke again, filling the room till it burst of out the roof.

Her low intake of oxygen made her breathings turn shallow and runny, and she could feel her foot getting heated as his fingers travelled deeper into her honey pot, caressing and curling.

At the same time, he wickedly spanked her ass, the contact too electrifying.

"My gawd!..." She shrieked, feeling herself cûmming all-over his fingers, her belly clenching and her pussy tightening around his fingers.

Despite her release, he didn't allow her to relish the pleasure of her post-0rgasm, he dug his fingers inside again, continuing his shit.