Victoria The Billionaires Maid

He grabbed his cock and my mouth watered to taste him. I was about to reach out and take what I wanted, but he fisted a handful of my hair and pulled me close before I could. “I’ve been waiting since the night we reunited to feel your hot mouth on me. Suck it,” he told me as he brought it to my lips.

I finally reached out and swatted his hands away. My tongue darted over my lips and I traced the head of his cock. I could see him shift on his feet and knowing I would need to move lower to fully suck him inside, I moved into position. Jonas offered no protest, and his groan the second my mouth covered his head made me inwardly beam.

I teased him momentarily, before I licked him from base to tip over and over, then used my clammy hand to get him even harder. It was like silk on iron. He was so fucking big. I then took him back inside of my mouth and proceeded to show him every little trick I had learned with my tongue, and it wasn’t long before he growled out my name, and rewarded me with his seed.

He came so hard, and I was held nearly immobile as he gripped my hair. I wrung every drop from him, and when finished, I gleamed victoriously up at him.

As soon as our gazes met, he used my hair to yank me up to my feet. The sharp bite of pain only echoed the one in my core that would never be alleviated until every inch of him was inside of me.

Our mouths hovered just inches away from each other’s and something struck me. “Condoms. Do you have one?”

He hadn’t worn them the first night, and naively, I hadn’t cared. I did now, however, and I couldn’t let another lapse in judgment result in something so beautiful yet equally heartbreaking at the same time.

“Fuck,” he cursed. He released me from his grip, then turned to pace. “I have some in my room.”

“Of course, you do,” I replied, then grabbed one of my towels from earlier and wrapped it around me.

“Unless,” he said, then stopped short.

“There is no unless,” I quickly responded. “I won’t have unprotected sex with you, or anyone else.”

“I don’t usually do that, either,” he replied flippantly. I watched as he scrubbed his hands down his face, then finally, he turned to me. “We can take the service elevator upstairs to my room.”

It had taken him no time to come up with a solution, and I was sure this service elevator that he spoke of would get much use in this hotel, and it likely did in all of his other locations. In the last few days, I had researched everything I could about him and his company.

If only I had done the same before applying for this competition, I would’ve never shown up. I would also not be about to take his extended hand and follow him to his lair, either.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

He grabbed a towel as I did take what he extended, and the two of us slipped out of the sauna. No one was out and about so we were able to make it to the elevator.

He pinned me against the wall after hitting his floor key and kept me distracted with that wicked mouth and fingers of his. By the time we made it to the room, I was close to coming again.

He was either as desperate as I was or he knew because he went right for the box of condoms and had one on in record time. I was then picked up and dropped onto the bed.

His entire weight came down on me, but I was able to spread my legs, anyway. He settled between them, and I gasped when he thrust to the hilt in one fluid motion.

“Fuck,” I cried out, then my voice was drowned out by my whimpered mewling as he began driving into me hard and fast.

This was exactly what I needed, and I clung to him as if he was my lifeline. I knew the protection he offered was nill, yet I still let him sweep me farther away from relative safety.

His hands moved to my breasts, and he pinched, squeezed, and massaged them while slamming into me, his large cock hitting my back wall with each thrust. I was so close, and a few seconds later, my entire body seized up. “I’m coming,” I moaned, seconds before I shattered.

He lowered his chest over me, the angle of penetration now different enough to trigger another.

He buried his head between my neck and shoulder, and shortly after, he came as well. He then released what sounded like an arrogant chuckle, but I was too exhausted over the multiple orgasms to care.

I closed my eyes and waited until he pulled out to reopen them. Once I did, I saw him discard the used condom and grab another foil packet. My eyes widened, and he smirked. As he’d done our only other night together, I knew he intended to fuck me as many times as he could.

I should’ve protested, but when he rolled me onto my belly, my body betrayed me. It wasn’t long before he was pushing into me from behind. He weaved his hands back into my hair and pulled it like I knew he liked to do.

I lifted my ass and let him fuck me to another couple of orgasms before he found his release. I’d always wondered if he had truly experienced pleasure with me that first night, seeing as I was so inexperienced, but I harbored no thoughts about that this time.

He was as equally sated by me, as I was by him. There was no question to be asked or even internally debated. The only one that remained was who’d be the one to walk away first this time. Remembering our prom night, I needed to make sure it was me.

I lay there for a while, pretending to sleep. When his entire body relaxed, I looked over at Jonas in his light state of slumber, and I knew all I would have to do was touch his cock and he’d likely reawaken. I slowly and deliberately slipped out of bed, found a shirt of his, then did the walk of shame back to my room.

Reece was sound asleep when I stepped inside, so I quickly slipped into bed and closed my eyes. This time, I remembered the two of us how we now were, and the memories would hopefully not hurt me as much ten years later.

I’d been groggy as hell when I woke up, and my limbs were sore, too. The rest I managed to get did nothing to erase what I had done with Jonas Courtland.

As I rolled over in bed and slapped at my phone to turn off the alarm, I wasn’t sure whether I regretted what had happened between us or not. The longer I lay there, the more I did. I was supposed to fuck with his head, not fall into his bed.

“What have I done?” I bemoaned.

“Hopefully what I think that you did,” Reece said when she emerged from the bathroom. I hadn’t even realized she was up, and wondering if I had managed to oversleep, I scrambled upright in a panic.

“Oh my God. What time is it?” I was freaking out, thinking I’d end up like those other chefs on the first day of the competition. They were late and subsequently canned.

“Don’t worry,” she told me as she sat down on the edge of my bed. “I couldn’t sleep. All I keep thinking about was yesterday.”

“Me too,” I responded.

“Good.” She seemed relieved, and I didn’t know why until she continued. “Being in the bottom three sucked monkey balls. We have to do better today.”

Okay. So, we were not talking about not forgetting the same thing. She was thinking about the competition, while I was still in some blissful type of post-orgasmic haze. “Yeah, that too.”

“Too?” Reece asked, and I realized where I had erred. “Just where did you go last night?”

I tried to play it off. “I went to use one of the saunas downstairs.”

“And…”

“And, what? I found one, stayed inside of it longer than I should have, and came back upstairs.”

“Bullshit,” she spat out, but not in anger. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying. I did go upstairs, just not to this room initially.”

Reece clapped her hands together once. “Does this mean what I think it does?”

I fell back against my pillows. “I slept with Jonas. God, what have I done?”

Reece climbed into bed with me and pulled me into her arms. “You might’ve saved our asses. I was thinking we needed to come up with some killer recipes for a bunch of different things and pray that any could be used in whatever today’s challenge ended up being, but now-“