Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 108: Solo Nights [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

After being pushed out of the elevator so coldly by none other than his birdie, after having claimed her lips for the entire ride, Karl Hanski returned to his flat with a very prominent bulge straining painfully between his legs.

Grumpy and thoroughly frustrated, the moment he slammed the door shut behind him, he stripped off the designer turquoise jacket and flung it over a chair like he hadn’t spent half the day choosing it just so she’d notice.

Then he threw himself onto the black leather couch, unzipped the stiff fabric straining against his hardness, shoved it down to his knees, and pulled free the aching, burning length trapped beneath the tight spandex of his boxers.

He’d already been hard earlier that night thanks to her, but there hadn’t been much he could do about it then, given the bad timing.

But now? There was no freaking way he was going to sleep without dealing with this blood-boiling ache himself.

His hand began moving in a slow, steady rhythm, long fingers wrapping firmly around his hard, swollen length. His neck arched back as his head rested against the couch, trying to relax despite the frustration burning inside him.

It wasn’t even hard to recall how soft her breasts had felt in his hands, or how her round ass had pressed against his fully erect cock that morning when he’d woken up beside her. But right now, those memories shifted into something else entirely.

In his mind, she wasn’t asleep anymore. She was moving, rising and falling in his lap, slowly at first, then faster.

He imagined gripping her bouncing breasts, maybe pulling her closer so those hard, peaked nipples would slide between his lips. Then his hands would slip down to her perky ass, squeezing, maybe delivering a few sharp spanks as punishment for how relentlessly she kept teasing him, only to leave him hanging like this.

"Fuck... yeah," he breathed, hips rolling faintly into his own fist. "Fuck me harder like that, birdie... Make me fucking come for you..."

The obscene, needy words slipped from his mouth without restraint, mingling with his muffled groans and ragged breaths as his hand picked up speed along his length.

His eyes squeezed shut now, brow tightly drawn together as his imagination grew wilder, the pressure coiling hotter and heavier inside him.

It didn’t take long before even his own fantasies became too much, with her soft moans filling his ears as he drove himself deeper into her, the way she would beg him to move faster, harder, how her slick warmth would spill down her thighs and drip onto his lap, trailing over his abs.

Fuck. He didn’t even know what she sounded like when she moaned during sex, let alone when she begged.

With one last furious stroke and a deep, guttural groan torn from his throat, hot release spilled from the flushed tip of his cock, his body shuddering violently as the sensation tore through him.

"Ha... ha... fuck," he panted, stroking slowly through the lingering aftershocks, riding out the fading pulse of pleasure fueled by the image of her coming undone above him.

After a few moments, as the haze finally began to clear, he slumped back against the couch, chest rising and falling heavily as he made up his mind.

The next time he had her nestled between his legs, he’d make her pay thoroughly for all the solo nights he’d endured like this, including this night.

Now, he had her perky ass pressed against his manhood once again, her back snug against his chest on the couch of the cinema room.

As much as he wanted to flip her around, pull that white sweater over her head, and make her bounce up and down on his lap exactly the way he’d imagined, he didn’t want to give her the impression that he’d dragged her to this couple cinema purely for sex.

No, Karl the great Hanski was never the type to do something so lowly, especially not to the precious girl who saw through him for who he truly was.

He’d genuinely wanted to enjoy a movie with her in his secret favorite place, with her snuggled comfortably in his arms. So he’d reached for the blanket instead, forced his attention onto the movie projected on the wall before them, and pretended he wasn’t aching to be inside her right now.

The movie had distracted him well enough. He’d loved every second of it.

But how could he possibly have predicted that before the movie even finished, this ever-unpredictable girl would utter just a few words that made him want to shred every piece of clothing off her and claim her right here on this couch?

And not just that, instead of pushing him away like she usually did, he felt her shoulders ease, her body relaxing in his arms as her lips parted wider to meet his tongue.

She was kissing him back, sweetly, softly, not as hungrily as he was kissing her, but the mere fact that she was responding was enough to make the heat between his legs flare to life again.

The movie dialogues kept playing in the background, but he wasn’t paying attention anymore.

Soon enough, his cock was aching once more, growing harder by the second, as if desperate to press deeper into the soft ass nestled against it.

His hand left her cheek and slid down her chest, giving her full breast a gentle squeeze that made her shudder faintly against him.

His other hand, which had been resting at her waist the entire time, slowly slipped lower, sliding beneath the maroon wool fabric of her skirt and lifting the hem higher, before settling itself between her thighs.

The moment his fingers brushed over the smooth, damp silk covering her most intimate place and rubbed against the sensitive nub of her clit, weak, unrestrained moans started spilling from her lips.

The soft, breathy sounds were alluring enough to leave his head spinning. Were those really the sounds she made when she was turned on?

God, they sounded even more lustful than what he’d imagined on those solo nights. And if that was the case, then he had no better intention than drawing more of those shameless, broken sounds out of her.

The teasing fingers deliberately pulled away for a brief moment before returning, and this time, slipping beneath the silk of her panties for a more direct approach.

A sharp shudder coursed through her body, followed by a breathless gasp.

"Birdie... you’re dripping wet," he whispered against her lips, his own breathing turning ragged as he felt just how soaked his fingers became the moment they slid inside her panties.

"Don’t... don’t say it out loud like that," she whimpered, pulling away from the kisses as more heat rushed to her face.

Her lower body wiggled away from the fingers rubbing against her clit, as if that might stop the sensations racing through her, but the effort proved useless. It only made her ass grind tighter against his thick, hard cock, which, in turn, excited him further.

A low, soft groan slipped from his throat. The thick blanket was yanked away from both their bodies and ended up one side of the couch.