Billionaire’s Abandoned Sex Slave

Ryan’s POV

“Yeah, Damon just delivered her to me some minutes ago, thanks,” I informed Vegas, who was on the other end of the line, as I strolled through the hallway.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Alright, then. Have fun but not too much. Also remember to use protection because even virgins can’t be trusted to be clean in this generation,” Vegas lectured me and I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

“Okay, mum. I have to go now,” I huffed, and quickly ended the call before he burst into another long sermon.

Afterwards, I slipped my phone into the pocket of my sleep robe as I crossed my hands behind my back and strolled back into my bedroom with sensual excitement bubbling inside me.

The thought that I had a sexy, untouched goddess inside my bedroom made heat pool to the pit of my belly and sent electricity to my flaccid cock, causing it to slowly spring up into a soft mound.

I swung the door open with an accomplished grin, hoping to see the erotic vision of my sexy angel’s godly legs splayed in the air, with wetness dripping from her warmth.

What I definitely didn’t envision to behold was the sight of the sexy angel seated on the bed, still fully-clothed to my utter disgust. The smile that had previously morphed my face instantly disappeared as I angrily slammed the door shut, which made her jerk up from the bed with fear embedded in her features.

“Y-you’re back,” She stuttered as she fumbled with the hem of her large sweatshirt.

In response, I scoffed and squeezed my hands by my side, in a bid to suppress my wrath as I walked closer to her.

What the hell did she think she was doing? I thought to myself as she slowly retreated from me.

“What the fuck is this? I clearly gave you an instruction before I left the room, so what the hell are you still dressed for?” I bellowed at her as I advanced menacingly towards her petite frame.

“I-I’m sorry. T-this is new to me. I’ve never done this before, so I am scared,” She stammered as she stared at me through her full, glossy lashes.

I poked my inner cheek with my tongue and halted in my steps to stand akimbo as a mirthless chuckle emanated from me.

“And do I look like I fucking care about that?” I whispered.

She didn’t say anything and just feebly shook her head.

“Good, so now start stripping before I do it for you. I can assure you that you won’t like the latter option,” I gruffed.

At my utterance, she gulped and stopped moving as she slowly peeled off her sweatshirt and placed it down on the floor.

My arousal resurged and sent wild sparks of lust to my nearly-erect boner as my eyes hungrily roamed around her plump chest. Given how petite she was, I didn’t expect her to have such huge tits.

I had seen her at the club earlier that day but I still could never get over the plumpness, and perfect roundness of her heavenly boobs. I ached to seal my mouth over one of those heavy tits and bury my length inside her as I brought both myself and her to a gratifying climax.

I shook my head and dragged myself out of my exciting daydream as my gaze settled back on her.

I almost went livid with anger when I realized that she still hadn’t made any reasonable progress in undressing herself. She was still gingerly fiddling with the waistband of her joggers and her bra was still very much strapped to her chest, and holding those fresh cherries into place.

“I clearly gave you enough chances but since you want to make me seem like a fool for my act of kindness, then I have no option but to do this,” I gritted out before I pranced up to her, yanked her by her arm and flung her on the bed.

Then, I smirked at her and calmly took off my sleep robe, leaving my bare, ripped pecs for her to ogle over. Instead of doing that, she averted her gaze from me as she sniffled and bit on her lower lip.

I snorted at her pathetic action, eased myself out of my shorts and was only left in my briefs.

I couldn’t care less whether she enjoyed the sex or not anyways. I didn’t pay ten million dollars for her to be pleasured, I bought her virginity for my selfishness. She was just a cum dumpster, she could be howling in pain and I’d still find a way to empty my seeds inside her core.

“C-can you please be gentle?” She whimpered as I forcefully pried her legs apart and settled myself in between them.

In response, I snarled at her, “I will do it however I want to–I almost forgot that I didn’t get your name, what is your name?” I asked her.

“Lia,” She whispered, and I scoffed as I wickedly drove my thumb and middle finger into her cheeks, forcing her to cast a forlorn gaze, laced with disgust at me.

“Your government name,” I seethed.

“Lia-Ophelia Alvarez,” She croaked.

“Good, you should have said that from the start, instead of making me taint your angelic skin,” I whispered before I buried my head into the crook between her shoulder and neck to sniff her gentle, flowery scent.

“Now, angel. You’re going to do me a favor,” I drawled into her ear, licking her soft earlobe as I spoke, with my hands sensually stroking her small waist.

“W-what favor?” She stuttered as a harsh gasp escaped her lips when my hands slipped into her panties and groped her huge ass lobes.

Fuck, Ophelia was just too blessed with natural resources.

I felt a manic sort of glee at the thought of being the person that would taint her pure pussy with my cum.

I didn’t want to rush the process even though my hard cock was vehemently against my decision. I wanted to take my time to get to know her body, to inculcate every pleasurable and sensitive part of her deep into my brain and slowly wreck and reduce her pussy to a puckered, cum-dripping mess.