Chapter 6: Snagging the Billionaire

Siren's POV:

Hold up! "Oh, ouch, wait!" He released my hands immediately and gripped his shoulder with one of them,''Ssi-bal, give me a second, damn."

Surprised, he pulled back a little, looking into my eyes as he repeated my words,"Ouch? Wait?" His expression turned to one of amusement. "You're very determined to enjoy every second of being fucked, aren't you?"

I guess not many escorts get off of their clients and just let them get right into the act.

"Can you hold up for a moment. Let me get used to it." I gasped as his dick throbbed inside me, matching the beat of my heart. "Let me breathe. Can you do that?"

He stilled above me, his expression one of intense concentration and focus as he gripped my waist, not moving his eyes away from my face. He shuddered as I shifted a bit to get conformable. His skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat. He bit his lip,"Somehow, yes."

I took the time to admire his body, wanting to run my hands along it but I knew that could be a bit dangerous in this situation. So I tried moving slowly, his dick moving in and out of me. I rolled my hips as he held himself above me. It became more and more comfortable with each movement, my body inviting his untill my eyes rolled. The pleasure making me shiver making me breathless.

"You're doing so good," He coaxed me, his gaze trained where we were connected watching me take more of him,"You feel so amazing."

When he closed his eyes, I ran my hands through his thick hair, grabbing it lightly to see his lids opening in surprise. He looked shocked as I fastened my pace, taking his lips with mine. He growled as he parted my lips taking my mouth. He started moving his hips, meeting me with each one of his thursts. It felt so good as he quickened his pace, sinking deeper which made me moan against his lips. I broke the kiss, looking down, watching him move in and out of me.

"Yes, yes, I need more, please Noah."

He braced himself on top of me, holding onto the back of the couch. His dark hair wild from me gripping onto it. With hooded eyes, he looked down at me as he muttered to me,"You're one confusing woman. You make me want to lose control.''

My lust filled mind wanted nothing more than for him to fucking rail me. I gripped onto his shoulders, whispering in shallow breaths "Then loose control. Don't hold back."

His eyes closed even further as if he was still holding back but he still moved faster against me.

My hands grazed along his defined abs as I smirked at him,"Is that all you've got, babyboy?"

His gaze narrowed at my words, not liking the challenge in my tone. He pulled out before ramming into me in one deep stroke. His thursts grew wilder as I panted at the pain and pleasure. I loved it more than anything in the world.

Why didn't I find this job sooner?

But I needed more of it, more of his strength."Your best isn't what I expected it to be. Come on, I know you can do better," I teased him, my hands moving to his back, bracing myself.

He gave me a short laugh in amusement before he stopped, moving on to his knees. "You really want it hard, don't you?" Gripping my thighs, he set one over his shoulder before gripping my hips. He shoved into me while yanking me towards me. My toes curled, eyes shut as I sealed my lips shut to stop screaming.

"Ah...uhm,'' I moaned as he railed me.

His muscles clenching under my hands as I grabbed onto his wide shoulders.

I cried out, throwing my head back as I lifted myself up to keep up with him. He rocked into me as I desperately met him halfway. One hand slithered away from my hip down to my clit. I screamed as he pressed my clit, rubbing it slightly. The pleasure building inside me again.

"Harder, please, please!" I shouted as my hand moved down to his ass as my pussy clenched him, making it harder for him to move.

"So tight, so wet," He pounded into me as I mumbled gibberish, holding onto dear life, waiting for my orgasm to shatter me. I held back, wanting it to last forever.

His jaw was set in a fine line as I begged him to go deeper inside me.

God, this man could really move. His biceps bulged as he strained to hold his weight off of me. His skin was covered in sweat, his face a sight to behold as his lips parted, breaths short as he gave me the fuck of the century.

My boobs bounced with the brute force he used, jiggling with each thurst. Watching him fuck me was pushing me closer to the edge.

My body tensed, my thighs spreading on their own, toes curling as the sensations grew too much, my nails digging into his skin as I felt myself hovering over a thin line.

"Oh, oh, uhmm, yes" I cried out as he kept up his pace.

He grunted out in my ear, "You have no idea how fucking good you make me feel. Your pussy gripping onto me, your breasts pressing on me. You're going to make me cum so hard."

I closed my eyes, reveling in his dirty words as his words threatened to push me over the edge.

"I..I need to cum," I moaned out to him in between the gibberish I was muttering.

"Not until I say so," He warned me as he kept up his pace.

He stroked a few more times, drawing it out untill his own breaths shallowed. He opened his eyes, looking into mine, "Fuck, fuck, I can't hold anymore." I told him as his cock swelled inside me, too much pleasure, too much fullness.

"Now," He whispered to me with one last hard thurst, settling deep into the crevices of my body. It was enough to send me tumbling,

"Yea, yes, fuck yes," I screamed with the force of my release, my eyes shut, head thrashing against the couch as he watched me with such intensity I felt like I would burn. My back arched, pressing into him, needing to feel more of him inside me.

He stilled for a second, his face relaxed as he came, his expression one of bliss as he continued moving, making both of our orgasms last. He threw his head back, his hips working against me, growing brutal. I watched him as the veins on his neck grew taut, I licked his neck, sucking on it as he growled," So...so fucking good, so sweet and wet. You're milking me so good.''

His thursts grew desperate, uncoordinated as he panted on top of me

Bliss. Hot, wet, world shattering bliss.

Spiralling on and on

Just when I felt like I was about to pass out from the passion, he shoved into me one last time, emptying each drop. A satisfied sound escaped my lips as I felt all of his weight settle over me. His eyes closed peacefully as he laid on top of me, our breaths loud, as we tried to inhale as much oxygen aa we could. I felt my bones grow weak under him, my head unable to hold itself up as it rolled to the side, spent.

He groaned once again as my pussy still clenched around his shaft, his face nestled between my breasts. His cock twitched in response.

As if still wanting more, even after being just railed.

His grip on waist turned soft, tracing my curves, almost caressing my skin. I could feel his heart thud against mine while I stroked his hair away from his face.

With the way he was reacting, I felt like it was me who just gave him the fuck of a lifetime.

I tucked his hair behind his ear, whispering to him,"Well, your best isn't that bad, after all."

He raised himself off of me and even though I could breathe more freely, I wanted to pull him back down.

He removed the condom, throwing it away and I was shocked. That's a lot of semen. Shaking my hand, I stretched my arms, my body felt like jell-o. I felt weightless. Though my body looked pretty beaten up, my face was telling a different story altogether. I had a huge grin plastered on my face.

He pulled on his clothes without looking at me. When he was half dressed, he shot me an accusing glace.

"You look pleased with yourself after what you just made me do."

"I'm pretty happy person in general," I shot back.

His eyes were narrowed as he accused me like I committed a felony or some shit, "I don't touch woman when I fuck them, I don't loose control like that. I don't kiss women on a whim. You made me do it.''

Mworago? What did he just say?

"And how is any of that my fault? I asked him as I sat on the couch, looking around for my stuff. I started collecting my stuff off the floor.

"Do you get off of all your clients like that?"

"No?" Well, considering he was the first one, I'd have to test that theory before coming to a conclusion.

But he clearly didn't believe what I was saying. Never believe a word that comes out of a hooker's mouth.

"It can't be an everyday thing. I mean coming with each one of your dates would be somewhat of an inconvenience in your line of work. There has to be something particular or singular about me."

Wouldn't really know untill I tried.

"Are you asking me if you're special?" I raised a brow at him.

"No," He abruptly turned around, leaving the room fully dressed. What a shame. I wanted to see his back view.

He moved towards a connected door and I heard water splashing against the floor and assumed he was taking a shower.

Well, this is awkward. So, do I like leave without telling him or like wait for a round two. I decided to wear my underwear at least before calling Selena for advice.

She picked up on the first ring, "Don't leave a single detail out." She told me and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't have the time for that. Listen," I proceeded to give her the cliff notes version of what had happened.

"Hold up a second. Let me google him," Selena told me.

There was a silence on the other side before a loud gasp filled it.

"What? What is it? Tell me!" I asked her, my tone not hiding my curiousity.

"Ok. So Noah Winston is a British entrepreneur and CEO. This man isn't just rich. Trust me I know a lot of those. He's rich rich. Like richer than Tony Stark rich."

Damn.

"How?" I asked her, not entirely surprised. That kind of arrogance only comes with a lot of wealth. I should know.

"Family assets. Real estate and stuff."

"What else?" I asked her, half distracted as I rummaged through my stuff, struggling to put my dress on.

"A whole lot of IT stuff...IoT? What is that?" She mumbled to herself.

That took my attention. Damn, that's impressive, exactly my field of expertise.

"IoT or Internet of things means every object which is being used by human beings has internet connectivity to send and receive data."

"Nope, don't understand a thing." She murmured as she continued browsing.

Another gasp left her mouth before she exclaimed," Fuck, he's hot. I'd have loved to have a piece of that. Damn, if it weren't for that scam of a surgery... Hey hold a sec! It says he doesn't have much of a dating history. I would've imagined a guy that rich to have a list longer than my grocery list. No models or actresses. None. Well, I'll be damned."

I mean I get it. When you have a harem of woman in front of you, why'd you settle for one. Or maybe he just has some major commitment issues. Like me.

"How does he look in person?"

Pretty damn gorgeous.

"Wait, maybe I can get a date with him before he leaves.''

"Leaves?" I asked. Does he not live here?

''Yeah, I forgot to tell you, he's leaving for London after a week. He was here for some business....Wait, you said he seemed to like you, maybe try to upsell him or better yet convince him to book you again. I mean you spent so much money on clothes, shoes, makeup amd the transport, not to mention your time."

That's actually some good advice. The kids in my business classes ain't got nothing over the expertise of escorts. If business savvy was a person, it'd be Selena.

"You're right. Incurred costs have to be paid off."

"You gave him the time of his life, make him believe he did the same for you. Like he's the only one did it for you." Selena explained. Well he kind of is. "People love feeling that they're different. The idea of being the only one in the world makes them go crazy. Give him your phone number, make him believe he's the only one who's ever gotten it. Play a bit hard to get."

"No, my phone number stays private," With my current circumstances and the mess I have gotten myself into, I can't afford to have my phone number tracked back to me. Even before that, only Selena, Aria and the few women who I worked for had my number. I'd refused to even let the agency have it.

"Don't worry, we'll get you a new number if he bothers you too much. Inflate his ego and make him feel like the only one for the night."

Well, a little more cash would definitely come in handy. But just for tonight, I'm not giving a stranger my phone number.

The sound of the shower closing made me hang up my phone as I walked over to the couch, settling down on it. I combed through my hair, taming it. I checked myself out in the mirror, making sure my makeup hadn't smeared all over my face. Not much damage except my lip gloss was gone. I reapplied a bit of it, smacking my lips together.

When I was done, I put the lip gloss back in my bag. As he exited the bathroom, I drooled all over again. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, the water still trickling down his abs, making his body even sexier. Dear lord, help me not jump this man's bones this second.

I can't believe I've come this low. Trying to snag a rich man.