JAC 3

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"OH shit, Ashton! Yeah, Fuck me more! Fill my pussy with your cock!"

Ashton was getting more excited as he was doing his business with his female partner. The woman was not his girlfriend; he just took her upstairs to his casino hotel and had this unusual activity there.

Of course, he used protection. He did not want to get a disease because of his casual sex with random women.

"You want more?" he asked, quickly pulling the hair of the woman who was on all fours in his bed.

The woman groaned and nodded immediately. Ashton shook his head.

Ashton removed the condom from his manhood and aggressively flipped the woman in front of him. A wide smile registered on his face when the woman quickly got down and took hold of his penis and put it inside her mouth.

Ashton's eyes rolled with pleasure.

"Ah yeah. Lick my balls. Ah shit ohh..."

"Fuck oh yeah."

"Damn it! Suck me more, woman!"

When the guy was no longer satisfied with the speed of the woman's blowjob, he violently grabbed her hair and directed her to do it the way he wanted it earlier.

With every sound, he heard her gasping and choking on his huge and erect penis, he got mor excited and satisfied.

"Fuck oh ah yeah shit. I'm near. I'm fucking near!"

"Ohhh"

"Ahhh yeah shit"

"Ahh ohhh"

Ashton grabbed the woman's hair and guided her to the rhythm he wanted, the speed he wanted, and the openness he wanted.

He harshly closed his eyes when he felt his release. He quickly opened his eyes when he felt the strange sensation in his body. He came. And it was right inside the woman's mouth.

Ashton hissed when he saw some of his semen Flowing in the woman's mouth. Perhaps she did not swallow everything.

"Fix yourself and leave. We're done," he said simply before walking to the bathroom in the same room.

"What?!" The woman exclaimed. "... you're not even asking for my name? A dinner?"

"It's already four in the morning, stupid."

The woman seemed insulted because, despite not wearing any clothes, she still walked quickly towards him.

A hard and fast slap suddenly landed on his face.

It was a violent one.

"How could you."

"Quit the drama. Leave now," Ashton said in a straightforward but firm tone.

But it seemed the woman was not moved and kept whining and pleading with him.

"I'm sorry, Ashton. I promise you I won't do it again. Just please, let me stay by your side. Please love me."

"Fuck you! There is no love between us. We only had sex! Plain and boring sex. What got into your head that you're acting like this?"

The guy could not hold back, especially when the woman hugged him tightly, feeling her delicious and aroused breasts. But he didn't give in and just moved away from her.

"No, Ashton. I know you know me. It's me. I'm Shiena, Mr. Salcedo's daughter, one of your investors"

"I'll pull out his stock first thing after breakfast. Now, leave. I don't even know who the fuck that Mr. Salcedo is."

Ashton's brow furrowed even more when he heard the woman sobbing quietly. What the hell? What was wrong with her?

They just had a one-night stand! What did she expect after that?

"No, please, Ashton. Try to remember me. I'm Shiena, Mr. Salcedo's daughter."

"Leave woman. Don't try my fucking patience."

"Ashton please..."

Unable to contain his irritation, he immediately pressed the intercom and ordered his secretary to come in.

Even though he is naked, he is proud of having this kind of body; masculine and sexy. He has nothing to be ashamed of.

The young man raised his eyebrow when his secretary entered, quickly avoiding eye contact. What the fuck? Is he gay?

"Are you gay, Tristan?" he asked his secretary while holding himself. Tristan gulped before shaking his head.

"N-no sir-"

"Then what the fuck are you still doing? Remove and kick this pathetic woman out of my sight. I don't want her anymore -"

"Ashton! You can't do this to me!" The woman, whose name he did not know, responded tearfully.

But she didn't resist anymore when some of his bodyguards entered the room one by one. He was about to enter his comfort room when he heard someone clearing their throat.

Ashton's eyebrow rose while a line formed on his forehead. The line deepened when he saw who dared to clear their throat.

"What are you still doing here, Tristan? Your job is done, you can now leave the fuck alone with me. Get lost," he said rudely as he held the sliding glass door of his bathroom.

He had barely managed to open the door when he was violently spun around by his secretary's words.

"What did you say?!" Ashton exclaimed.

"Mr. Vergara. Danilo Vergara, the owner of Vergara airlines to be exact-"

"Just give me straight the shitty details. Don't beat around the bush, Tristan!"

"He's gone-"

"What do you mean he's gone? What the fuck is he dead? I didn't order anyone to kill him-"

"Sir Ashton, no. He's not yet dead"

"Then good. Now, what the fuck are you trying to say?" He seemed to calm down and his voice became softer. The young man thought he was in more trouble than he actually was.

Good thing the old man was not yet dead. What the fuck?! That old man owed him a hundred million, which was no joke. It wasn't as if you could find that kind of money lying around. Of course not, dumbass!

"H-he's nowhere to be seen, Sir Ashton," Tristan answered nervously. The young man furrowed his brow as he heard his secretary's stuttering and nervous tone. He slowly turned to him with a questioning look on his face.

"And what do you mean by that, Tristan? Can you just fucking tell me straight what you are trying to say so that you can leave the fuck and hell alone with me? You're starting to get on my nerves-"

"He's hiding, Sir. He's not attending any meetings in his airlines. Even his employees don't know where he is-"

"Did you do a background check?" He interrupted him. Tristan nodded hurriedly.

"Y-yes, Sir, but-"

"But what? How about his family? Wife? Son, or even a fucking daughter?" Ashton's questions came out one after the other.

Tristan seemed worried and didn't know what to answer.

"Tristan! What the fuck? Answer my fucking question!" Ashton exclaimed.

"H-his wife is already gone. She died almost-"

"He doesn't have anyone?" The young man's question was angry, and his teeth were clenched. He automatically furrowed his brow when he heard his secretary's deep sigh.

"He only has a daughter, Miss Taphney Vergara-"

"Do everything so that I can have her."

Tristan's eyes widened in shock.

"S-sir?"

"Stop stuttering Tristan! Do everything so that I can have her daughter. I will never let anyone slip away that easily. He won't pay? Okay. But I will have her daughter as payment. End of discussion."

Those were the words the young man uttered before entering his bathroom to clean himself up. He didn't know why, but the idea of possessing the man's daughter excited him. I wonder what the old man's daughter looks like?