King of New York (19 page)

“You know how to
make a girl desperate for you, Chad,” she whimpers.

“I love hearing
the need in your voice for me, baby. I don’t think you know how much it turns
me on.”

“Tell me how
much it turns you on, babe.”

“I get so turned
on that I just want to fuck you so hard, until you beg me to stop.” He stares
at her from behind with lust in his eyes. She moans as if she can see the
desire in his eyes.

He starts to
place wet kisses on the arch of her back while rubbing her breasts sensuously.
She moans softly. Her nipples are erect and he takes one and plays with it, roughly
kneading her breasts through the fabric of her dress.

He takes one of
her hands and takes her fingers in his mouth, licking and sucking on them as
she moans passionately.

“Yes, baby,” she
whispers.

He tongues her
fingers, wetting them with his saliva, knowing that he is driving her crazy.

“You like that?”
he inquires, as he continues to play with her slender fingers in his mouth.

“You know I do,
baby.”

She whimpers
from the pleasure and her moans arouse him as he becomes bigger in his boxers.

“I want to be
inside you so bad, baby,” he says, softly spanking her butt.

His hand slides
around her waist whilst the other holds her hands behind her back. She trembles
at his touch.

“Why do you
tremble? Is it with passion?”

“Yes baby. You
make me weak for your touch.”

“That’s what I
like to hear. Embrace your need for me, baby,” he whispers. He starts to
explore the curves of her hips, butt and thighs.

His throbbing
manhood is now waiting to be unleashed from its hiding place. He closes his
eyes and quickly imagines what it will feel like to enter into the soft and
moist sheath between her thighs. He moans loudly as he continues to caress her
curves. He kisses her neck softly then bites it, causing her to scream. He
cannot help but to trail his fingers in her long locks and gently pulls her
hair. He slowly begins to enter inside her wetness. Her molten heat is a magma
of passion for him, it is a volcanic emission of heat and desire.

“You’re warm and
wet. Just the way I like it. Say my name, baby, say my name,” he whispers in
her ear.

“Chad, Chad,” she
moans. “Baby please, I want to take all of you inside me.”

He pushes
himself deep inside her. She screams. Her body is sweating and he tastes her
skin. “Take in all of me, baby,” he whispers gently, as he fucks her hard. Her
vagina throbs around his manhood and he moans at the sensation her wet and
throbbing womanhood is having on his manhood. His heart rate rockets as he
closes his eyes and takes in the full effect of how her womanhood is reacting
to his fast and furious fucking. He lifts her off the floor. With her legs
wrapped around him, he thrusts himself inside her. Her juices drip out of her
and onto his manhood as she screams his name with desire in her voice.

“Yes, baby, say
my name. Say my fucking name,” he says with gritted teeth as he lets his orgasm
run through his body.

****

The trip to Hawaii has been
wonderful but it is now time for Chad and Sierra to leave the island and head
back to New York to refuel the jet and fly to Moscow, Russia.

As they go to the
airfield, Chad gently kisses Sierra’s hand. His icy-blue eyes stare into her
warm brown eyes.

“I love you,”
she says quietly. He smiles sexily at her.

“I’m glad you
do,” he replies with a deep and soft voice as he gently kisses her cheeks.

He softly rustles
his fingers in her hair as she lies on his chest. He takes in her scent of
perfume and shampoo. She smells delightful and he inhales deeply. He takes his
other hand to her face and holds her in a warm embrace, allowing his fingers to
make out the features on her face. He hears her whimper softly as she too wraps
her arms around him. He looks straight ahead at the road as his cold eyes start
to ignite with warmth and he smiles happily to himself.

The driver drops
them at the airfield, and Chad holds the door open for her. He holds her hand
as he escorts her to the private jet with the driver holding their bags. Sierra’s
wearing a pair of very high heels.

“I can’t allow
my lady to walk up those steps in such sexy heels.” He winks as he picks her up
and carries her up the stairs and into the jet. He gently places her on the
seat opposite his.

“Would the lady
of my heart like a glass of champagne?” he asks softly.

She mimics a
posh British accent, “Most certainly, me lord.” They laugh at their silliness
and he softly kisses her on her lips.

“You’re like the
female version of me in some ways, Miss Malcolm,” he says.

“What an honour
it is to be compared to the enigmatic and dashing Mr Perry of New York. I am
deeply flattered,” she says in a jokey voice.

He laughs at her
ways and feels delight in her company and conversation.

“You make me
happy, Sierra,” he says with a serious tone in his voice. His demeanour is
vulnerable and sexy and the silent billionaire stares deeply into Sierra’s
eyes.

“You make me
happy too, Chad,” she says softly. “If forever was something we could count, it
still wouldn’t be enough if I spent it all with you.”

He laughs softly
at her cheesy line, but he knows what she means and it warms his heart. He asks
the staff to bring the finest champagne and pour some for his lady. The waiter
slowly pours the fine wine into Sierra’s glass and some cognac into Chad’s
glass. They clink their glasses together and say cheers to a safe journey.

The pilot enters
and greets Chad, “Good day, sir.”

“Good day to you
too,” he replies. Chad gets up and shakes his hands and they talk for a few
minutes about flying as Chad considers himself a keen pilot even though he
hardly ever flies.

Sierra seems
surprised at the news that Chad knows how to fly.

“I never knew
you could fly, Mr Perry.”

“There are
plenty of things that you do not know about me, Miss Malcolm. But in time you
might get to know all or most of them.” He winks with a hint of darkness in his
tantalising eyes.

She smiles
softly as he takes a seat.

“I have a
helicopter that is parked up as I do not fly it anymore. Let’s just say that there
are not many men of wealth and valour like me in the concrete jungle, so they
tried to kill the lion, the king of the jungle. As fate would have it something
stopped me from flying my helicopter that day. It was only when the engineer
came and checked it for maintenance purposes that he saw that my helicopter had
been sabotaged. And if I had flown it on that day, or any other without
rectifying the problem, I would have more than likely died.”

He hears a
painful gasp leave Sierra’s mouth. She looks sad and has tears in her eyes. He
feels a deep desire to erase her tears as they fall. He goes up to her and
kisses her tears away.

“But I am here,
baby. A king does not die. Please don’t cry, my love,” he says softly. “Can I
please get a smile,” he whispers, as a slow but pretty smile appears on her
lips. “That’s my girl,” he says, and he kisses her lips.

“I love you,
baby, and the thought that something bad could have happened to you pains my
heart. If anything were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do.”

He hears the
love and need in her voice for him and it brings happiness to his soul.

“I’m not going
anywhere, princess. I am all yours,” he whispers softly, as his seductive eyes
stare into her gaze. She smiles and kisses his forehead. He goes back to his
seat and drinks his cognac.

His mind is
wracked with conflicting emotions as he thinks about her love for him and how
vulnerable it might make both of them when they go back to the wolves in New
York. He is slightly apprehensive, but he pushes the thought to the back of his
mind as he focuses on the stunning beauty in front of him.

They land in New
York and take a much needed rest at one of the five-star hotels nearby while
the jet gets refuelled. They do not spend the night in the hotel, though, as
they head back to the airport and board the jet to Moscow.

As they are both
tired, they sleep all the way to their destination.

****

“Welcome to Moscow, Russia, Mr Perry
and guest,” says the pilot through the speakers.

Chad gently
wakes Sierra and they exit the plane and head into their waiting vehicle. The
summer air in Moscow is cool and crisp compared to that of Hawaii, but Chad
likes the coolness that the city of Tsars brings. He inhales deeply and exhales
gently.

“Welcome to
Moscow indeed,” he reiterates as he quickly imagines the winters of Siberia and
how the cold had been his companion the first time that he came to Russia on a
two-day business trip with the notorious Russian billionaire, Vladimir. It had
been a cruel summer in New York and the heat mirrored the havoc and chaos that
was being caused in New York due to the recession. He needed to go to a place
where nature mirrored the coldness of his heart, and that place was Siberia,
where the simplicities of life collided with the intricateness of nature among
the mountain peaks of snow and stone. Vladimir had called him and requested his
presence in Moscow, but Chad said he would only meet with him in Siberia.
Vladimir was clearly confused, but he agreed to his comrade’s request and they
met in Siberia. Chad welcomed the biting cold with eagerness as it cooled the
fury that New York had imposed upon him.

So being in
Russia and the cool breeze it brings is a good feeling for Chad. They enter the
black limo and the driver takes them to their five-star hotel – the most
prestigious hotel in all of Moscow.

The hotel
manager personally greets them upon their arrival.

“Good Evening Mr
Perry and Miss Malcolm. Such a pleasure to having you staying at this hotel. It
is an honour to personally welcome you and be of assistance, Mr Perry,” the
manager concludes as he firmly shakes hands with Chad.

“Thank you. I
appreciate your kind words. I have heard many great reviews about your hotel so
it is my honour to stay and be taken care of by you and your staff.”

The manager has
a look of pride on his face at Chad’s words.

“Please, follow
me to your suite,” he says as he holds the door open for them, and they follow
him into the lift and up to the top floor of the hotel – the penthouse floor. They
are escorted to the presidential suite by the hotel manager. The suite is fit
for a king, and so it should be as Chad has paid an obscene amount of US
dollars for their four-night stay.

Chad sees that
Sierra is awestruck at the suite and he smiles to himself, happy at the fact
she likes it.

“Wow, I’ve never
been in a suite like this ever in my life,” she says happily.

“I am here to
please, princess,” he says, as he winks sexily at her. The manager shows them
around their suite which has a private butler, breathtaking view, separate
living area, a super king-size bed, Jacuzzi, bath and a shower and everything
else you can think of that a presidential suite should have in a prominent
hotel.

He looks at
Sierra and sees her childlike qualities as she gasps and screams at her
discoveries in the ten thousand dollar a night room. She reminds him of a kid
in a candy store and her youth brings happiness to his older being. He walks
towards her with a bottle of champagne in his hands. The closer he gets to her
the more her youthful spirit captivates him, and just like a kid he sprays the
champagne in the air and it goes all over them.

“Oh, no you don’t,”
she screams hysterically, as she playfully rushes towards him. He laughs
uncontrollably as she tries to get him back by trying to get the drink off him.
They play fight till she has no more energy left.

“I’ve never had
so much fun in my life as I have today, in this moment,” he confesses. “Thank you,
Sierra,” he gently whispers, as his heart palpitates vigorously. He takes her
hand and places it on his beating chest as they lie in sweet happiness on the
floor.

“Get up, baby,”
he says.

“Where are we
going?”

“We are going to
get our bodies massaged.”

There is a knock
on the door. Two masseuses arrive in the room: a woman for Chad and a man for
Sierra. They get an hour’s massage and then chill in the Jacuzzi before getting
dressed for dinner.

Chad looks
dashing. He is dressed in a finely fitted silverish-grey suit that accentuates
his sexy, tall and toned physique. He has a white shirt on underneath his suit
with a purple bow tie, purple handkerchief in his jacket breast pocket, grey
velvet shoes and purple socks.

“Wow, what a
fine specimen of a man you are, Mr Perry,” Sierra says admiringly. He winks at
her, knowing that he looks dashing.