My Billionaire Step-Brothers Obsession

Chapter 3

Alex.

The next thing I knew was laughing with this stranger as we both walked into a nice hotel. As soon as we entered the elevator, our lips crashed in a hot breathless kiss that sent quivers all over my body.

His hands toured every inch of my body and squeezed my ass almost simultaneously. In one lift, I was up in the air with my legs wrapped around his waist.

Our lips were still locked when the elevator door opened and if the people were standing at the door, I didn't notice.

As soon as we got to the room, he wasted no time in kicking off his shoes and letting loose a few buttons of his shirt. We kissed as I wrapped my arms around his shoulder. I pressed my body into him, moaning into his mouth.

Suddenly stopping, he slowly unhooked my pants and pulled them down my waist while I stepped out of them, after which he unbuttoned my shirt, and tossed it aside.

“f**k! You are beautiful,” he said as his lips hastily took over mine.

He sucked my tongue into his mouth, and that drew a loud moan out of me.

He pulled back and smiled as he stared at me and put his hands behind my thighs, lifting me again. I squealed and wrapped my legs around his hip and my arms around his neck.

Prince Charming started walking to the bed and dropped me on it, hovering over me. He ran his hands down my body as he stared. He put his hands under the straps of my bra and slowly unhooked it.

He stared at my breasts, with so much adoration in his eyes. He placed his right hand on my right breast and squeezed. I moaned when he plucked at my n****e. He took the n****e again between his fingers and pulled at it. He leaned down and flicked his tongue on my left n****e.

I jerked at the sensation. Doing it a few more times, he took it in his mouth and sucked, all the while still playing with my right n****e. I moaned loudly. I had never felt anything like it before.

He licked his way down from my n****e as he dragged the rest of my lingerie down. He pulled it down my legs and threw it to the side.

"You're too sexy to be true," He said as he stared at me down there, and I giggled.

If I was ambembarrassedout how wet I was down there, I did a job of not showing it or maybe it was due to the amount of alcohol in my system.

He placed his hands on my thighs and spread them. He lifted my left leg and stared at me while slowly leaning down and running his tongue up my clit.

The moan that escaped my lips was so loud that even I was surprised. He ran his tongue from my clit to my cracks and back.

I shivered under him.

It was the first time anyone had done something like that to me. He flicked his tongue up and down my clit and finally settled on my p***y and ate it up like it was the sweetest thing ever.

The feeling was so ecstatic I could hardly take it. I tried to close my legs, but he held them apart, placing them on his shoulders. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I chose to run them through his hair. His hands were roaming all over my body, from my breasts to my ass.

After a while, I felt like I was about to release some liquid from my body, but it didn't feel normal when I wanted to pee, so I pulled at his hair but kept him there as my body shook uncontrollably. I felt as if I was chasing a particular high like when you took a drug.

"Please...please… I think I'm about to…." I could barely say the words as my breathing sped up.

I moaned loudly as I finally caught what I had been chasing and my wetness gushed out of me. My moans were so loud, that I wanted to use my hands to cover my mouth, but before my hand could get there, he caught it.

He used his tongue to clean up every drop of liquid there was and crawled back up to my face level. He kissed me deeply and shoved his tongue into my mouth, so I could taste myself on his lips.

I was breathing heavily and feeling sleepy. He pulled back and stared at my tired face.

"You can't be tired now, babe. We still have a long night ahead of us," he said, his voice making my legs quiver involuntarily.

He pulled on my legs, dragging me closer to him. He spread my legs wide as he unzipped his pants. He pulled out his d**k, and it was already rock hard, f**k and so huge.

He aligned it with my opening and pushed inside slowly. It drew out a moan from me, as he pushed till he was finally in, and then groaned when his c**k was fully seated in me.

He leaned over me, giving me a light kiss, before leaning back up, placing my legs around his waist, and moving slowly.

He rocked his hips slowly, before increasing his pace, and soon enough, he was pounding into me like there was no tomorrow.

“Ah!”

“f**k!”

“Oh yes!” I moaned uncontrollably.

The stimulation was too much. I had never taken in any d**k as big as him before, so it was a whole new feeling to me.

Prince Charming moved my legs from his waist to his shoulders and leaned over me. I didn't know how to explain how the change in angle made a huge difference.

I screamed louder than I had ever done before. I was sure the whole hotel could hear me at that moment and I didn't f*****g care.

His pace increased even more if that was even possible, and I felt my climax brooding.

His strokes got faster and deeper, as he circled his hips, each time he plunged into me. My moans got louder, as I felt my climax getting closer.

"I'm gonna c*m," I warned, and that only made him pound harder.

He also started groaning, and his strokes started getting sloppy, and I knew he was about to c*m too. I decided to add something to make my climax even more intense, and I started rubbing at my clit with one hand and pinching at my n****e with the other.

Not long after, the both of us reached our highs, he crashed his lips on mine. He took the majority of my scream because if he hadn't I was sure we would have gotten a noise complaint from the hotel.

Prince charming pushed into me one last time, before pulling out of me and laying back on the bed, beside me, the both of us panting heavily.

Soon, I was drifting to sleep as I was completely exhausted. That was a good f**k, I said to myself with a faint smile as sleep completely took over me.

****

I opened my eyes to the bright light coming in from the window. I closed them back, annoyed by why it was already so bright out. I turned away from the window and sat up, my head spinning with a bad headache.

I stretched and yawned while wiping my eyes as if trying to clear the remaining sleep off my eyes, but damn the headache was intense.

I looked around the room and something seemed off, the room I was in didn't look like my room and for a moment I thought of how I got there.

My eyes wandered to my clothes that were still scattered around the room and that was when memories of last night came rushing in.

I panicked a little, standing up from the bed to check if the man I had slept with last night was still around, but it seemed he had left already.

I sat back down on the bed, cradling my head in my hands, trying to ease the headache that I was feeling.

Damn!

That was one hell of a crazy night, but I don't think I'll ever do that again. I mean I could have been kidnapped or worst case scenario killed.

But to be honest, despite being drunk, last night was f*****g amazing. I have never felt so many emotions while having s*x. Thinking of it made my p***y twitch as if it was still in need of more action.

The alcohol also added to the reasons why I made the decisions that I did the night before.

I searched for my phone and opened it to see about fifteen missed calls from my aunt, only that morning. She was probably worried about me, but I decided to explain everything when I saw her, instead of calling her back.

I looked at the bedside table, and there seemed to be a long white paper on it, with some writing. Curious as to what it was, I stretched my hand and picked it up.

My eyes widened as I read its content. I blinked and rubbed at my eyes, thinking that I was probably seeing things because of the predicament I was in, but when I opened my eyes, the words were still the same.

The paper wasn't any ordinary paper, it was a check, and written on it was the sum of ten thousand dollars, signed and ready for withdrawal.

I dropped the paper back on the table, realizing what that meant. The man probably saw me as a prostitute, and that was why he left me the money.

I can't take it, I thought.

That would only make me a cheap prostitute, well, not cheap, but It didn't matter at the moment.

Another thought came into my mind, explaining how I had already lost my job and didn't have anything to look forward to. Logically, it would only make sense if I just took the money.

The two sides to my situation stood on both my shoulders like an angel and a devil, the logical course of action, against maintaining my dignity.

I thought for a while as I wore my clothes, getting ready to leave. I stood by the front door, looking at the paper that was still on the table. I had my dignity to uphold. I didn't do it for money in the first place.

The man was charming and good, I mean very good at what he did. If anything, I should be paying him. He did what the alcohol wasn't able to do, and that was enough reward for me.

I placed my hand on the door handle, pushed it down, and opened the door, to leave the check behind, but before I knew what was going on, my body had developed a mind of its own and rushed to pick up the check and ran back to the door.

"Who am I kidding?" I said to myself. "This money couldn't have come at the right time,"

I kissed the check with a bright smile on my face as I folded it and pushed it into my pocket.

What a kind gentleman, I thought.