Mobbed by Him (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

Damon pushed into me, causing me pleasure and my hips
moved with him.

“
Mmmm
...
yes
.”

He certainly felt huge no matter what position we were
in. I felt full with him in my pussy, but I loved every moment of it. He then
began to move his hips and meet my thrusts with his cock. I moaned as he picked
up the pace, his smooth cock gliding inside and out.

“Are you okay, Cadence?”

“Oh I'm going to be sore tomorrow,” I whispered.

“Does it feel good?”

“God yes.”

“Then that's all that matters.”

Damon rocked into me slowly, continuing to meet my
thrusts. I started rocking onto him faster, letting the waves of pleasure crash
into me repeatedly, without much break in-between.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Oh Damon, I want you to fuck me
good.”

He was sexy and experienced and he was my perfect
match in the bedroom. I had never thought a one night stand could feel so
glorious. There was no awkwardness or anything between us.

The whole length of his cock slowly pushed inside me,
causing me to let out a slow and powerful moan. There were so many different
feelings and sensations going through my body at that moment. I was lost in a
sea of pleasure and I wanted to let go of another orgasm. It was becoming
increasingly difficult to be quiet.

“I want more. Give me more, Damon, please.”

I heard him chuckle and he started pumping me as I
thrust onto him. I was delirious with the pleasure he was giving me, I needed
it, needed him. I could not imagine going back to the vanilla sex that I used
to have. This was just so much better and fulfilling to me.

What I didn't expect was for my pussy to become so
wet. I was dripping and I felt a buildup once again. I couldn't believe I was
about to cum again. God, the thought was just too delicious.

“Damon, it feels good, you feel so good,
that
cock of yours is so big.”

“I know, Cadence. I feel it too.”

“Yes,” I gasped, “I'm coming again.”

My whole body shuddered as I came. He continued
pumping inside of me breaking all reason inside my mind. He was glorious, all
of it was so incredible. The best sex of my life was happening with a man I
should despise. I would never be able to look at myself the same again. As I
felt myself ready for another orgasm, the shudders ripped through my body
causing me to ache to scream his name.

“Oh Cadence, I'm ready too, baby. I'm going to fill up
your pussy with
my cum
.”

I was overwhelmed by his words and didn't know what to
say. He was so sexy the way he praised my body. I couldn't get over how amazing
he had made me feel. Was he that way with all the women he brought home?

I couldn’t even believe what had just happened, but I
was staring at him, smiling.
 
I ran my
fingers through my hair, and tossed the curls over my shoulder. I could tell I
was flushed from both the exertion and the afterglow. I felt exhausted after
our sex romp and I still had never felt so good in my life. This was what sex
was supposed to be like. This was what books and music wrote about. This was
the kind of sex so many people longed for and never got due to laziness with a
partner. If this was the way that Damon fucked regularly, it was no wonder that
women got addicted to him. I wasn't addicted however, or was I? I needed to be
careful with this one as he was a dangerous man. He may have had something to
do with my parents’ death and yet I didn't want to believe it for a moment.

He laid down next to me and pulled me close to him. I
caught his scent and it almost felt like home to me. Was I losing my mind? Was
that what really good sex did to me? All reason had left the building for me. I
had no idea what I was thinking or feeling anymore. I could smell him and his
body was near me and full of warmth. I curled onto his chest and felt his heart
beating underneath my head. He smelt like me and that made me smile.
Surprisingly for a one night stand he still held me tight against him as if I
had always had a place on his chest. I closed my eyes softly and before I knew
it I had fallen asleep in his arms.

Chapter
Eight

Damon

I got up early and slipped out of bed, careful not to
wake Cadence as she slept. She looked so peaceful lying there with her hair all
rumpled. Sex hair did the woman good. I slipped into some joggers and walked out
of the bedroom. I headed to my office to check for any messages. I was now the
leader of the organization and I needed to be aware of everything that was
going on. I had to check to make sure that there was nothing urgent from the
MOB that might need my immediate attention. I had been MIA since we had left
the club last night. I hadn't even told my boys that I was leaving. My
bodyguards had probably spent all night angrily looking for me. That's okay,
they would learn that I didn't need a babysitter. If I chose to leave a club I
didn't need to notify anyone. It was my life.

The company still needed to be my focus, however. It
was a lot of responsibility on my shoulders. I was really going into this
blind, not my choice of course, but there it was. I wasn't used to being a
leader, especially of a billion dollar organization. My father never really
included me in on anything since I was just in charge of the money. Now I had a
world of responsibility that I wasn't used to and I was just holding my head
above water. I couldn't fail at this or I would be proving my dad right and
that was unthinkable. I had to always have my priorities straight no matter
what. So getting up early instead of fucking that brunette again was more
important. I didn't like it but such was life. I needed to prove to
Gord
that I was better than he thought I was.

I punched in my code and saw that I had some messages.
There were some messages that were encrypted on my computer so that the
government wouldn't be able to read them. We had to take all the precautions we
could to make sure nothing got leaked to the FBI. That would be our undoing and
it wasn't about to happen on my watch. I quickly read through the messages,
noting that there wasn't anything immediate that I needed to attend to. I would
have to call a meeting of the members shortly, but that could wait until later.
I had some thinking to do about my next move and how the other members would
handle the changes that I wanted to make within the organization. There was a
good chance that I would meet with some opposition, but in the end I could not
be overruled. There was no voting circle. If they didn't like my new plans they
could be removed one way or another. I was confident, however, that the members
would follow suit. My ideas were strong and it was time to start making
important changes.

Just then Cadence walked into my office wearing
nothing but my white button down shirt from the night before. I never let women
wear any of my clothes, they weren't worth it, but fuck it, Cadence looked
incredible in my shirt. I wanted to lift it up and fuck her all over again.
Looking her up and down, I wondered if she was wearing any panties. Maybe I
would have time to take another round out of her before she left for the day.
She looked good enough to eat and I felt myself grow a little hard.

I slowly shut the lid of my laptop and she looked at
me with an eyebrow raised. It was kind of a weird look but I had no reason to
believe that she thought anything of what I was doing. It would look no
different than me answering regular work emails.

“Well good morning, Cadence. Do you have work to get
to or something? I can have a driver take you back to your home. Or to your
car, whichever you prefer.”

“No, I just moved here, remember? I don't have a job
yet, still looking.”

“Oh yes, that's right.” It struck me suddenly that she
would be the perfect person to head my accounting department. She would be very
easy to manipulate, she was easy on the eyes, and she would have no idea that
most of the money she would be dealing with would be MOB money. She was
actually the perfect person. I could mold her into whatever I wanted; she
needed the job and she wouldn't ruffle any feathers. In fact, she would
probably learn to love her job with the right encouragement.

“Believe it or not, Cadence, we actually have a
position open in the company that I work for as a head accountant.”

“Are you serious, what are the chances?”

“Slim I'm sure, but there you have it.”

The company that I 'worked for' was just a front so
that the money we brought through it could be explained. I had no intention of
letting her know that the company she was working for was really a front for
the MOB and the money she would be dealing with was dirty. I gave her an
overview of what the company did to give her some idea of who she would be
working for. I failed to mention that I was really a boss in the organization.
She wouldn't even be able to tell that it wasn't a real company; we had
everything in place to make it work like a real company.

“So what do you think?”

“Are you kidding me? That would be so awesome. I have
been doing so many interviews and nothing has come through yet. I would love to
work for you, I could really use the money right now since I just moved.”

“Great. Just send me your credentials so that I can
verify everything.” I wrote the company email address on a piece of paper and
handed it to her.

A knock came to the door and I figured I should answer
it without Cadence standing there in a shirt of mine. I was the boss alright
but she really shouldn't be in my office at all. There were appearances that
needed to be upheld.

“Go ahead and take a shower before you head home if
you feel like it.”

She just nodded and walked off. She looked incredible
walking away from me. Damn, why did someone have to show up just then? I wanted
Cadence again but I should probably refrain from such things if she was going
to work for me. Though it wouldn't be the first time I slept with someone that
I worked with. It was just so easy to fuck girls who worked under me. They were
easily manipulated and they really wanted to make me happy. Cadence would be no
different, that's why I was happy that she was looking for a job right when I
had a position to fill.

I was confident that this girl was exactly what I was
looking for.

Chapter
Nine

Cadence

Being in the shower I luxuriated underneath the water.
The shower was huge — it could probably fit about ten people in it. A sex
shower, that was exactly what it was, big enough to have sex in without any
discomfort. I took the opportunity to wash up after my night of glorious sex
and took my time feeling the warmth of the water running down my body. His
shower was full of luxury shampoos and soap. It was obvious that all his women
showered because there were both male and female products lining the shelves of
the shower. Everything smelt so good that it was hard to want to leave the
shower at all.

I couldn't believe all that had happened in the past
12 hours. It had been a crazy time for me, I was still trying to process it
all. I wasn't sure how many mistakes I had made in the past 12 hours but it
felt like a lot. All I had wanted to do was question Damon, and yet I had no
answers and I was now in his shower. I thought that I was going to just go and
ask Damon some questions without being too obvious that I wanted to know if his
father was in the MOB. I also wanted to try and find out if he knew why or who
had murdered my parents. Not easy questions to ask, but that had been my plan.
That wasn't what happened, however; instead drinking too much had led me into
the bed of one of the biggest womanizers that I knew. I wasn't sure that having
sex with Damon was the best idea; it was a stupid thing for me to have done.
Although it got me closer to him and landed me a job, I was still not closer to
finding out anything about my parents. I needed to do better and to focus on my
goals, since that was the reason I was in Hollywood in the first place. I
needed to remember why I was there.

Sex with Damon definitely had been a bad idea, but god
dammit it had been the most amazing sex that I had ever had. It killed me to
even think that, but it was true. He had romped me incredibly and I felt like I
should write him a thank you note. The bastard was not even a decent human
being and yet all I could think about was his hard cock and what it had done to
me. I loved it so much that I wanted even more, but that would be a bad idea.

Now this job: the perfect position for me and yet he
had just handed it to me like it was nothing. I had desperately needed the job
and couldn't have been more grateful that he happened to have one for me. But
it really made me wonder why he would hire me so easily. He didn't know me at
all, and if he did he would probably run screaming in the other direction. Did
he really hire girls on the fly without an interview? I knew he was part of the
MOB, I was sure of it, so why hire a girl you knew nothing about? It didn't
sound very careful to me.

I did like the sound of the job however, regardless of
how it came my way. It would allow me to get close to the people that murdered
my parents so it was a no-brainer to take it. I couldn't have asked for a
better 'in.' He had almost made it too easy.