THE RUTHLESS CEO

Michelle smiles in happiness as she walks out of her car, shopping bags in hand. She had used up her savings for the day. Tomorrow will be a day she will remember for the rest of her life. Tomorrow is going to be the day she becomes Mrs. Alejandro. She was going to get married to the love of her life, Xavier. She grinned from ear to ear as she walked upstairs to her room. The house was oddly quiet as Lily would normally have come out by now to bug her. She guessed Lily was sleeping and decided to go check up on her. She drops the bag on the bed, which contains her wedding dress and accessories. She walked down toward Lily's room and opened the door with a big grin. "Surprise," she yells. But then, she stops dead on her track. Right in front of her is Lily, clad naked with the man she was supposed to tie the knot with tomorrow. Her Xavier. Michelle covered her mouth with her palm as tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She feels her heart breaking into a million pieces. Lily stares at her emotionless. "Well, it took you time to find out," she sighed. Xavier stares at Michelle with a pitiful face as Lily keeps riding him as if Michelle is invincible. Michelle shook her head miserably and ran off. Michelle runs out to the front porch and hops into her car. She drove right to the bar and sat down. "Give me your best shot," she requested. The bartender nodded and got to work. She gulps it down all in one shot. The hotness hits her throat hard as she struggles not to cry. She drank Another shot, then another, then another. "Ma'am, I think that should be enough for the night," the concerned bartender advised. Michelle stares at him and bursts out laughing. "Give me your best another glass. Just refill. No need to advise me." Just then, she spots a handsome man right across from her, sitting alone and sipping his drink while scanning the place with his scrutinizing gaze. Michelle found herself walking toward the man. She stared at him curiously as she walked over to him. Once she was in front of him, she extended her hand for a handshake. "Hi," The man, obviously surprised by her straightforward attitude, smirked. "What's funny?" Michelle asked, feeling offended. The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing. You're drunk," Michelle nodded in agreement and sat down. "Why are you awful?" she asked him, resting her face on her elbow. The man laughed. "You barely know me," Michelle nodded again. "Yes. I don't care if I know you or not. All men are the same," He clicked his tongue in agreement. "You sure have a point there," The man was bored of the conversation and would rather have his time alone unless she had something to offer. "I want to get laid tonight," Michelle blurted out. He didn't seem surprised, neither did he respond. He just got up and extended his hands to her, indicating for her to follow him. Michelle doesn't hesitate and grabs his hand. Together, they leave the bar. Michelle follows him to the car and they drive in silence to a hotel. Michelle scans the area with her half-closed eyes and her bottle of alcohol in hand as she sips more of it. They entered a room, and before Michelle could mutter any more words, the stranger's lips crashed with hers. She returns the kiss with such urgency and need. Her body felt hot at the sensation as she struggled to remove her clothes. I got you." He whispers before moving to her neck. She was breathing harshly as he lowered his head, removing her dress and leaving her chest exposed to him. She arched her back a bit to remove her bra, but instead, she flipped over so the stranger could take it off for her. He starts laying kisses down her back, and she squirms a bit as he chooses a certain place on her neck to suck on. "Do you want this?" He whispers in her ear, and she shivers a bit. "Yes," she breathes, and he's off her. She turns a bit to find him removing his shirt, and her eyes widen as he moves to his pants. Her needs intensified as she watched him. He removes it, and she smiles harshly, averting her eyes; Michelle decides to remove the rest of her dress, keeping her eyes focused on him as she does so. His eyes drift down her almost fully naked body, and they darken, almost animalistic, as he crawls over her once again. Eye to eye, the tension was thick and overbearing. She felt like he wanted to devour her. "Are you sure?" He asked her, feeling unsure as she was drunk. He didn't know why he even cared, but he wasn't an animal. Michelle nodded His mouth was on hers once again, this time moving faster as his hands trailed down her hips. Her breath hitches in her throat, her fingers sliding through his hair as he flicks his tongue against her n*****s. He uses his teeth to tug roughly on them, and Michelle gasps and arches. He released it with a popping sound, which almost had me biting her lips if it wasn't for the fact that his fingers were now twisting at her n*****s. "Oh, my g-," she's cut short by him roughly, he grinds his member against her lace panties, and the friction awakes all kinds of feelings inside of Michelle. Shifting her panties, she bites her lips in anticipation. "You're so wet." He groans, and before she knows it, his fingers skim over her entrance before slowly sliding in roughly. Before Michelle knew it, she was a moaning mess, her eyes closed and her hip moving with his thrusts. She blinks as he pulls off his boxers and she shyly looks away. He seemed too big for her, and she gulped in excitement. "Hey," he grabs my chin. "You wanted this too.” She nods. Before Michelle knew it, he was spreading her legs wider, looking focused as he ripped her panties off. Licking his lips, he grabs her hip and brings her entrance to his member. Michelle's nerves were wracked as he slid the tip against her moisture, and her breathing sped up. The tip slowly glided in, and she couldn't help but clench. "You have to relax, or else it'll be more difficult to enter." He says impatiently. She nods again, trying her best to calm down. He pushes a little more forcefully. It hurts more than Michelle thought. Soon enough, the pain disappeared. When he noticed that it was becoming more pleasurable, he sped up. Michelle gripped her hair, her eyes practically rolling back into her head as the stranger ground himself inside of her. "f**k, you're so tight." He says, his voice strained, and Michelle moans loudly, although it sounds weird, as he repeatedly brings her down onto his shaft and moves back out. "s**t . . ." It was his turn to moan as he tilted his head towards the ceiling. Michelle wasn't sure why, but he suddenly stopped and went back. "Turn on your stomach." He says, and the drunk Michelle does as she was told. He places his palm on her back. "f**k," He whispers again as he places the head inside her, and Michelle gasps. This time, his full-on pounded her from the back. Michelle's moans were loud and dirty, and she had to stop herself from collapsing as he roughly slapped her ass. 'Oh my gosh, does he never c*m?' Michelle thought I was her drunken mess. Michelle was almost flat on the bed, just lying, and could feel her orgasm building. Lying on her stomach with him still inside of her, he spreads her legs one more time, his hands flat on her ass. His pace is unmatched as he delivers strong and slow strokes. Michelle groans into the sheets. Her eyes shut tightly as she released him, still gliding in her. She clenched, doing a little tremble as her body seemed to be going into shock. The stranger's breath finally sped up, and before she knew it, he was collapsing on top of her. At least he didn't release all of his weight. "That was amazing,” Michelle smiled, even though she was throbbing from pain. He collapses next to her, and she bites her lip. Michelle stared at the blurry image of the stranger she just had a good time with and felt her eyes closing. "Can we do it again?" she asks, and his eyebrows shoot into his head.