Stuck With The Billionaire

Not worth s**t

Zayn Dawson

That morning I was feeling so good about myself. I had slept like a baby. Good s*x had that effect on me. The history geek had avoided me the whole time which I found amusing. She was a shy one. If I hadn't caught her touching herself on the rocks, I'd think she was a virgin or something. That morning I had nothing better to do than to lay lazily on the bed they had given me. An actual bed not the piece of crap in the hut of the blonde sisters.

A thought crossed my mind.

I walked out of the hut stretching. The place looked deserted but I knew better. The inhabitants of this crazy island must be inside sleeping away their meaningless lives. It was sad.

The history geek was nowhere to be found. I was just about to give up the search when I saw Manuel storming into his hut. Behind him was the girl I had been searching for. She was cheerful and immediately I understood what had happened.

"Lemme guess. Tiny d**k?" I said to her while I gestured to Manuel's hut.

She looked at me with hate visible and strong.

"You can get that but the fact that I'm trying to avoid you seems like a concept alien to you." She tried to move past me but I planted myself strong in her path. I knew she was strong so I wasn't going to underestimate her this time.

"That part is obvious. What isn't obvious is the why." I tried to sound sincerely concerned but failed. I just wasn't a serious human being, to begin with.

"Let me guess. You're avoiding me because of last night?" I added, surely I was on point.

"I'm still surprised at how you manage to sound smart Sometimes,” she told me as she eyed me suspiciously.

Her brown hair was done in a big braid. One single big braid. I had to admit to myself she was damn gorgeous. Her lips were thick. Luscious. They begged for a touch I was sure I could give them.

She was about to move past me noticing I was lost in my thoughts but I grabbed her in time pulling her into my arms.

Her soft breasts pushed hard against my chest, sending me into a maddening state of mind. Lust washed over me with so much ferocity, I had to grimace.

My d**k went rock hard as her soft skin grazed my hardness. She must have felt it because she jumped back staring at me in disbelief.

Rivers of lust made her eyes cloudy as she looked at my hard mouth.

The electric force between us was enough to turn over the titanic.

"Can we do something?" I noticed her withdraw at my words. She probably thought I was suggesting s*x. "Not s*x. Just a normal human conversation between two perfectly normal people." I managed to add as my words spilled tumbling on each other.

***

The spot felt safe and secluded. Initially, she had hesitated but stepped up to the challenge immediately. I had made it seem like she was a scaredy-cat.

She watched me closely as I sat across observing her perfect face.

How was it possible we had been attending the same classes in college and I had never noticed just how good she looked. Then there were the enormous breasts and thick ass. She usually came to class in thick wool sweatshirts and the ugliest baggy pants ever made in the history of pants.

She cleared her throat in an attempt to bring me out of my thinking spell. It was successful.

"I still don't know your name?"

She stared at me like she was trying to weigh between telling me or not.

Finally, she said in a low monotone, "Cara."

"Just Cara? Like Sia or Pink?" I asked with a cocky side grin.

"Yes. Cara, just like Sia or Pink," she replied, imitating my grin.

My eyes moved over her body hungrily. She caught my look and shivered in reaction. The shirt she wore was big enough that I couldn't see the slightest trace of it. But I knew they were there. I knew they existed. Both of them. Massive and soft. The thought did nothing to make our being there easy. It made it impossibly hard. I felt my pulse increase. My heart felt heavy against my chest.

"Cara. Let's do this. Tell me something about yourself. Something you don't let out much and I'll do the same." I managed to think fast, letting little pressure escape from the mountain building inside me.

She gave me a sexy side look. Her big eyes ravaged my body.

"I am a chocoholic,” she said without delay. "Your turn, boy,” she added.

Almost every girl was a chocoholic so I had no idea how that little piece of information was valid to what we were doing. But game on.

"I speak five languages. Spanish, which you already know about. Mandarin. German. French. And Italian. I think English makes it six."

She stared at me accepting my challenge with her eyes. Her stare shot icicles at me poking deep holes.

"I work two jobs. A bakery and a Convenience store. Both night shifts," she said, our gaze locked in a fierce battle.

"I have a big fear of flying." I managed to say after a while. Our gaze stayed locked.

She paused, her brain working.

"Sometimes I touch myself. I think my breasts are irresistible." She let the last word drop with a low purr.

My d**k kicked hard against my shorts making me curse internally. She had started the move to playing dirty. So be it!

"I have a d**k that makes most girls pass out. It's scary." Shock jumped into her eyes at my words.

"My p***y is always wet. Like. Always." She stared at me point-blank.

I was finding it hard to breathe freely. The pressure on my throat traveled without delay to my groins. I had to do deep breathing with my mouth letting the oxygen circulate as blood flooded my d**k.

"I love eating p***y. The taste of it. Urrrgh kills me." She bit her lips at this unconsciously. Her eyes dropped in a draw of lust.

She stood up walking slowly towards me, deliberately taking her time. Her face and movements were extremely seductive. Her eyes burned. I sat waiting. The wait felt like an eternity. Finally, she stood in front of me looking down. A lazy smirk touched her lips.

I tried to stand up level with her but she pushed me back. Her hand on my chest, she came down pulling closer to me.

I wanted to speak but her finger moved to shush me. I had to let her. She was so close to me, I could smell the shampoo and water on her. She had gone for a swim with Manuel. Interesting.

Her mouth came so close to mine it made my heart ache. Her mouth rested on my neck planting subtle kisses. My body reacted to this action in a way it had never before. I had trained my body so far to have complete control but here I was burning under her touch.

She moved closer to my ear and whispered, "Can I feel you? I want to hold your dick."

I tried to move away but she held me firm. There was no escape for me. Her hands moved down on me. My body vibrated. She moved one hand inside my shorts making me jerk and curse. Fuckkk.

Her hand held my erection firm. She gasped in my ear, making me twitch. Her hand felt cold and gentle. She moved the full length of my erection.

"This is the d**k you were telling me about. Damn!" She whispered voiceless into my ear taking a nibble on my earlobes.

My mouth went dry which prevented me from answering her. All I could do was nod. Nod and twitch to her touch.

The pressure I happily thought I had managed to extinguish with the mad s*x I had with the blonde sisters was back and stronger. It bit off pieces of my sanity.

I made a move to grab her but she stopped me, forcing me back. Okay, I thought.

She moved lower, grabbing my balls. I kicked sharply letting all the blood in me move to their certain destination.

"Want to know what I think about this d**k?"

My eyes shut at the seductive power of her voice washing over me. My heart felt incredibly heavy. I tried everything I could to expel even a little of the pressure I was feeling but it only got worse.

"Yes please," I managed to let out.

She was on her feet walking away before I knew what the f**k was happening. I stared in disbelief.

"I think it's not worth shit."