The Dirty Hotel King: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Page 7

“Lucky?” Rosy said with her head cocked to the side.

  “Getting a scholarship was lucky. But luck wasn’t all – I had to work hard. I didn’t start off with five star hotels, you know. My first job was managing a place called Sam’s Town.”

  Rosy bit her lip and nodded. “Was it nice?”

  I snorted. “No. In comparison, the Pink Flamingo is a luxury resort,” I said. “But it was what I had to do to get the life I wanted.”

  “Is that why you’re so amazing now?” Rosy teased. She playfully nudged me in the arm.

  “I didn’t exactly have things handed to me, so when I did get The Grand, I wasn’t some privileged prick.” I couldn’t believe I was talking so much. But no one had ever asked me questions like this – no one had ever taken the time to sit down and get to know me.

  I noticed Rosy was staring at me intently with her brown eyes boring into my skull. What was she thinking?

  “I think that’s a wonderful success story Mr. Steele. I hope I can get lucky like you. Maybe have one similar?” Rosy’s voice raised an octave higher as she spoke. She looked away quickly and went back to eating her breakfast.

  “Just work hard and anything is possible,” I encouraged with a sip from my glass of orange juice. “Tell me, what are your ambitions?”

  Rosy fell quiet for a moment, with her cheeks growing red. She took a long sip of her orange juice and then set the glass back down on the table.

  I studied her face and noticed she had little freckles spreading across her cheeks. When Rosy looked up at me, her mouth twitched, and her brown eyes were full of unspoken words.

  “Well,” She started to say very shyly. “I guess I’m still figuring it out. I did want to attend college, maybe be one of the ultrasound techs? I love the idea of seeing babies before they’re born.” Rosy’s eyes glittered as she spoke.

  “Why babies?” I asked very curious.

  “They’re adorable, and sweet creatures. They don’t judge you, and they’re just so soft,” Rosy explained with a smile. “I just like the idea of having a little person who comes from you who you can love and cherish.”

  “I can’t say I’ve ever thought of children in that way, but you seem to have the heart for it,” I said with a smile.

  “I guess. I really would love to!”

  “Well, it seems like you care very much about this. You should try,” I say. “If you’re dedicated, it won’t be a problem.”

  “Maybe. I don’t know, college is so expensive. The tuition is incredibly high, and I don’t know how I’d ever afford it. Maybe,” Rosy stammered, her voice dropping. She sighed heavily and avoided my gaze. Looking over to the window behind my desk, Rosy had a wistful gleam in her eyes.

  I put my hand on Rosy’s knee and gave it a little squeeze. She flinched as she turned to look at me.

  “You can do it. You will do it,” I said firmly.

  Rosy beamed at me. “I sure hope so,” she chirped.

  “Eat the rest of these waffles, I need you nice and plump,” I ordered as I stood up from my desk. I watched Rosy happily eat the delicious bacon while I poured myself a cup of coffee.

  I felt more and more possessive over Rosy. She wasn’t like other girls, that was for sure. Aside from her being drop dead gorgeous, there was something sweet and endearing about her.

  Most young girls just want to be pampered and spoiled with money and clothes. I would know since half of my ex-girlfriends were dim-witted and vapid. I always thought hot sex would be enough – after all, it’s not like I’ve ever had time for a relationship before. But now that I’ve fucked Rosy and talked to her like an adult, I’m starting to think that maybe I was wrong.

  I needed a woman who was strong yet innocent and humble. A woman who have amazing curves yet could serve me like the king I was. Rosy seemed to fit that criteria.

  But she was still just a transaction. I had to get that through my head.

  “Is there anything else you need?” Rosy asked, suddenly breaking my train of thought.

  I looked her up and down with a hunger growing inside me.

  “Yeah, there is something I need,” I informed Rosy, as I slowly unzip my pants.

  Rosy’s eyes grow big as she peeks down at my growing boner. The tip of her tongue emerged from her mouth and she licked her lips with the soft pink tip. As I watched her, I felt like I was going to cream my pants.

  “What exactly would that be, sir?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

  Blushing furiously, Rosy dropped to her knees and grabbed at my pants. I quickly pushed her hands away. I didn’t want her to give me a blowjob right away. I just wanted to see if she’d comply.

  “Not yet, but it’s great to see you follow directions so well,” I said with a smirk as I pulled Rosy from the floor.

  “Oh. Well, I don’t really know how to do...er, that yet, but I’m a fast learner,” Rosy admitted as she picked at her nails.

  I wrapped my hand around Rosy’s thick waist to bring her closer. She gasped as I planted my lips on her neck. I could feel her pulse beating against my hungry lips.

  I roughly grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to my chest. Rosy shivered as I ran my hand over her plump body.

  Her ass felt so soft and inviting, and her tits were bouncing softly through her shirt.

  I reached out to grab one of her perfect tits, looking her deep in her eyes as I tightened my grip. Her cheeks grew redder as my grip grew firmer, until I knew she must be feeling pain. But Rosy didn’t show it – she moaned softly and wriggled her curves.

  “Good girl. I know you like that,” I grunted in a low voice. Rosy nodded quickly, shielding her eyes from me.

  I turned her face to me, forcing her to look me deep in the eyes.

  “Look at me, baby girl,” I said. Rosy moved her hand slowly up my leg to my crotch.

  She seemed anxious and nervous as she rested her chubby hand on my hard cock.

  Biting her lips, she moved in closer for a kiss.

  I gave a small peck, not wanting to rush in too quick with a kiss.

  Her nipples poked through her shirt, making me want to rip her shirt to shreds.

  She was so goddamn delicious and enticing.

  “I’m so horny,” Rosy whimpered, her hand tightening on my throbbing cock.

  I grabbed her hand though and brought it to my lips, placing a soft kiss on her palm.

  “Are you?” I teased.

  Rosy nodded her head quickly. I could tell she was thirsty for my cock, but I got such a rush seeing her beg for it.

  I rubbed her pussy through her pants, feeling her wetness. Her legs twitched as my hands grazed over her.

  My tongue was anxious to taste her sweet cunt. I wanted her sweet, precious juices on my tongue.

  “I’m so wet,” Rosy whispered. I picked her up and kissed her hard.

  I was sloppy with kissing her, our lips smacking against each other as Rosy’s saliva dripped down my chin.

  A soft whimper left her lips as I moved my hand between her legs, rubbing her crotch hard. I pushed her against the wall and lifted up her shirt, grazing her erect nipples with my fingertips.

  Her soft lips parted, inviting me in. I stuck my tongue deep in her mouth and squeezed on her huge breasts. I could feel her wetness through her jeans as I kept rubbing her.

  “Please fuck me again,” Rosy whimpered. I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed until she gasped for air.

  “Tell me you want me,” I growled in her ear as I softly sucked on her earlobe.

  “I want you!” Rosy cried out breathlessly.

  “Say it again!” I ordered, now reaching my hands down her pants.

  “I want you! I really want you!” Rosy cried out again. Her legs started to shake and her eyes rolled back. I hesitated for a second, then slid my fingers in her panties and began to stroke her hard clit. As the perfumed musk of Rosy’s arousal filled the room, I grew more and more intoxicated.

  “You want it? Tell me you want
it,” I grunted with my fingers deep inside her.

  “Y-yes!” Rosy called out.

  I quickly took my fingers out of her and licked them, keeping my gaze locked on Rosy’s the whole time.

  “Then you better work for it,” I said as I turned to walk out the door. Rosy stayed pinned on the wall with sweat dripping between her breasts, and her breath jagged.

  She swallowed hard and nodded her head obediently.

  “Yes, Mr. Steele,” Rosy said softly. She was trembling with desire and flushed all over.

  I’d never seen her look more beautiful.

  I grinned as I left Rosy panting in my office.

  As I strutted out of my office, I felt so alive. Rosy was all mine, and I had full control over her.

  I made my way to the kitchen and sat down with my legs crossed. I waited another minute patiently, smirking when I heard Rosy’s footsteps in the hall.

  Sure enough, Rosy made her way into the kitchen. Her curls were wild and standing up all over her head.

  I was satisfied with my teasing. She did deserve it, after all.

  I snapped my fingers to get Rosy’s attention.

  “Make me another cup of coffee, but this time with French vanilla.”

  Rosy nodded her head as she wiped sweat off of her nose.

  “Coming right up,” she breathed.

  “Wait!”

  Rosy stopped in her tracks as she held the French vanilla creamer in her hand.

  “Yes?”

  I scanned her up and down.

  “Take off all your clothes and serve me naked.”

  A shy smile appeared on Rosy’s face as she set the creamer down and took her clothes off. She bit her lip as she wriggled out of her jeans, panties, and thin shirt. Seconds later, the scent of her wet pussy floated under my nostrils and my cock twitched in my jeans.

  I kept my eyes glued on her body the whole time.

  When she was completely naked, she glanced at me for approval. I nodded my head in satisfaction then picked up my newspaper.

  It didn’t take long for Rosy to fix up my coffee, and when she brought it over I was mesmerized at the sight of her.

  The steam from the coffee floated around her bare tits, and her thick thighs jiggled as she walked over to me.

  “Here’s your coffee.”

  I dropped my newspaper, completely fixated on Rosy.

  “Just place it right there,” I said as I licked my lips. Rosy set the coffee down and started to walk away, but I caught her by the hips.

  “Sit.”

  Rosy obediently sat down on my lap, her ass nice and warm on my crotch.

  I reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them as hard as I could. Rosy gasped at the sensation and pleasure of my touch.

  I picked up my coffee mug, and held it to her lips. She reluctant took a sip, her cheeks deepening in color from the heat of the coffee.

  “It’s really sweet,” she said.

  “Just how I like it.”

  Rosy turned to face me, her tits bouncing in my face. I grabbed her by the hips and looked her deep in the eyes.

  “Is there anything else you’d like?” She asked softly.

  My cock seemed to answer her question as it twitched anxiously through my jeans.

  But from the desperate look on her face, I decided to ignore it.

  “No, that’s all.”

  Rosy sighed and stood up, her plump ass brushing against my cheek. I grabbed it suddenly, pulling her back into my arms.

  She fell back into my lap, but this time I had my hand on her neck.

  I could feel her pulse beating like crazy against my hand as sweat beads formed on her tits.

  I slid my hand to her tits, circling my fingers around her nipples.

  “Please, fuck me,” she cried softly. Rosy’s cheeks were burning with shame and lust and it was making me so hot – I was one step away from throwing her on the table and fucking her until she could no longer walk.

  I ignored her cries and let my hand fall between her gorgeous thighs.

  She held fell back as my cold hands started to tease her aching clit.

  I slipped one finger inside of her, and I could feel how swollen her pussy was. I grinned and sucked on her earlobe.

  “You’re nice and swollen from this cock I see.”

  Rosy whimpered and opened her legs wide. I lifted her up and flipped her around.

  I wanted to see that tight, wet cunt.

  “I want you inside me.”

  I stood up and pushed Rosy onto the table, holding her legs open.

  Her pussy spread open, allowing me to peak inside her tight, little hole.

  “Look how tight you are,” I murmured as I stuck a finger inside of her.

  Rosy moaned loudly as my fingers circled inside her cunt.

  “Do you need to get fucked again?”

  “Yes!”

  “You want my cock?”

  “Yes, God please!”

  I smirked and let go of Rosy’s legs. They hung limp, weak from the pleasure shooting through Rosy’s body.

  Rosy eyed my huge boner and reached for it, her lips parted and ready to take my cock down her throat.

  It was so arousing to see how hungry she was for my cock. But I still wanted to make her beg.

  I slapped her hands away and went back to my coffee.

  “That’s all,” I said as I took a long sip of my coffee. I watched her out of the side of my eye as she slid off the table and walked back into the kitchen.

  Her ass looked so plump and delicious, maybe even more delicious than my coffee.

  I knew exactly what I wanted to do with that sweet ass.

  Chapter 9

  Rosy

  The first week with Steele was amazing.

  He had started opening my eyes to things I had never known. Just from the first time he fucked me, to me cooking breakfast for him, I had grown in so many ways.

  Feeling all of those things at once made my head spin, but I was loving every minute of it. It seemed that Steele had given me purpose. It was such a contrast to my old life, where The Pink Flamingo was my only purpose.

  I’d rush over there at the crack of dawn and work until my fingers bled. I loved working with Betty, and it was nice being away from my dad’s yelling, but I felt empty.

  High school had sucked away all of my hope. I was always the invisible girl, the girl who went unnoticed. I ached to be loved, and chased after like all those hot cheerleaders.