The Billionaire She Desired

8. FRUSTRATION AND JEALOUSY

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

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Sandra's POV:

As he kept telling me about the meet, I thought about my options. I could either jump onto him and let him f**k me right here, right now. Or I could tease him a bit more, and make him a bit more desperate for me. As much as I wanted to go for the first option, I decided to go with the second one instead.

Realizing that he isn't speaking anymore, I grabbed my opportunity.

"It was great talking to you Mr. Jason. But now I must leave. Not only do I have my friends who are waiting for me, I also had thought of dancing all night with complete strangers and letting off some steam. As you might be aware, dad has not been keeping well since the past week, so I was with him the entire time. Now that he is fine, I have finally gotten the opportunity to have some fun. After all, my p***y does need a dick."

Saying that, I winked at him, turned around and walked downstairs, leaving Jason stunned and definitely horny. I clearly noticed how his reaction changed after my last statement. He looked at me with a jaw wide open and big eyes, trying to take in what I just said. As I reached downstairs, I called up my friends and told them to come to me. 

I started dancing, swaying my ass from left to right in a very seductive manner. There were men all around me, staring at me with hungry eyes. I was used to this kind of attention. But my eyes were only on one man, who was staring down at me from the VIP zone. 

I felt the need to have a drink, and flirt with a man to make Jason jealous. 

I went to the bar and asked the bartender for a vodka. I looked around to spot someone good looking, and I saw a moderately handsome guy to my left sitting a few seats away. I gave him a seductive smile and a wink, and he immediately got up from his seat and came and sat next to me. I asked him if he would dance with me and he said yes. I didn't even bother to ask his name or what he does, because my sole motive was to make Jason jealous. I didn't give a s**t about this man sitting next to me, I would push him away as soon as Jason leaves. 

The fact about me being in need of a d**k and wanting to have s*x tonight was true, but only partially. It was true that I needed a d**k, but it had to be Jason's. I was ready to wait for him, but it had to be him only. Till I don't get Jason, I am not letting any other d**k get inside me.

The man and I got up and we started dancing. I stood in a way that if I raised my eyes even slightly, I would be able to see Jason. I put my hands around his neck and came close to him as we were dancing. And then, I turned my back towards him and started grinding my ass against his c**k. He was already hard, I could feel his big member. I turned back and kissed him. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the kiss, but my eyes were on Jason who was looking at me with so much rage, that if he could bring this place down, he would.

He got up from his seat, threw his glass on the floor, came downstairs and headed towards the door. Before going out, he turned back to look at me once more, and I instantly kissed the man I was dancing with. I did that completely intentionally, and I have no shame or regret in saying that. Jason needed a dose of his own medicine. This was not just a tease, but a revenge for what he did at my party, when he left me to go and dance with Melissa. 

Seeing us kiss again, he stormed out of the place. Realizing that he is gone, I pushed the man away and went to the VIP zone with my friends. 

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Jason's POV:

I wanted to make Sandra feel that she needed me. But today, I felt defeated as she left me to dance with another guy.

What did she say? That her p***y needs a d**k? Can't she see that even I have a d**k which is craving to be inside her and f**k her like a beast!! 

Oh Sandra!! You just wait. Once I get inside you, you will only want me. No other guy would be able to give you the level of satisfaction and pleasure that I would. And then, you would beg me to f**k you all day and all night.

But her words and her actions made me extremely horny. I needed to f**k someone and release myself. But I couldn't just go ahead and f**k a random girl, or it would be in the newspapers tomorrow.

Why did you have to take Sandra's name while f*****g Melissa!! Or she would've still been with you. My inner self blamed me.

I was left with no option but to go to Melissa and apologize to her and ask her to let me f**k her.

If I don't f**k someone tonight, I will go crazy.

I went to Melissa's house. The guard let me in without a question, as they all knew that I was her boyfriend. 

I went inside her room. She was sitting on her bed reading a magazine. As soon as she saw me, a string of curses left her mouth. She started screaming at me.

"Melissa, my dear, I am so sorry. Please forgive me. I swear I have nothing to do with her. Her name just came out of nowhere. Please just let me love you baby." I lied as I begged her to let me be inside her. 

After ten minutes of fighting, I was finally able to calm her down. But the rage inside of me was growing every minute. By the time she agreed to let me f**k her, I had completely lost control over myself.

Not only was I mad at Sandra for not being with me, but I was also mad at Melissa for thinking of herself as the queen of the world.

As soon as she came forward to kiss me, I grabbed her hair and pushed her on the bed. She was surprised at my reaction, but she calmed down.

"I see that you indeed are very desperate to be inside me", she smirked at me.

I smiled thinking how naive and clueless she is. 

I smashed my lips on hers and starting roughly kissing her. A moan escaped her mouth as I ripped apart her expensive night gown and squeezed her breasts. I wasn't going for any kind of foreplay; hell I wasn't here to make love to her. I was here to f**k her hard and take out my anger on her. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and so, breaking the harsh kiss, I positioned myself between her legs, and pushed my d**k inside her. I didn't even give her any time to register what I did, I just began thrusting my d**k without stopping for even a moment.

"Aaaahhh Jason!! Go slower!!"

"Jason... ummmm... please... be slower!!!"

"Babe.... Its hurting...."

But I wasn't listening to her. I was busy thinking about Sandra, and how good would it feel to be inside her.

"I am about to c*m Jason!!!!"

She came within two minutes, but I didn't stop. I kept on going till I came, and with a loud groan, I released myself inside her. I opened my eyes to see Melissa smiling at me. She held my face and was about to kiss me when I got up and flipped her over. As she lay on her stomach, I opened the drawer on her bedside and took out a lube. I rubbed it on my d**k and pulled her back up. Again without giving her any time, I thrust my d**k inside her asshole. She groaned out in pain as my big c**k entered inside her.

"Jason.... It h-hurts.... Take it out!!!"

"Relax Mel. The pain is going to slowly decrease. Calm down and try to enjoy this." I tried to assure her.

"Okay, but P-please go slower... Aaahhh....."

But I just kept thrusting my d**k in and out of her ass until I came in her ass for the second time. 

She was panting and moaning the entire time, but I didn't care. By the time I was done, she was completely worn out. I took a tissue and cleaned myself, and seeing that she had slept, I wore my clothes and left her room.