What My Body Wants

ROSIANNA

"Yes, baby. Oh...yes...!" I cried out louder as the guy thrust deeper into me. Fuck, it felt so good.

The guy spanked my big ass as he impaled me harder with his big cock. I would have told him not to spank me, but I was so deep into the fucking, I ignored him.

I was feeding my addiction. I didn't really have a choice here.

"Aww fuck," he groaned, rubbing my clit before his sneaky fingers went much lower, as he plunged into me from behind, over and over.

I could feel my body tighten. My release washed over me as I cried out. I saw stars as it catapulted my body into a whirlwind of sweet pleasure. His groan reached my ear, and his body shook over mine as he found his own release.

I got up after and walked naked to the bathroom without a backward glance. I took my time washing up, not giving a care in the world if my visitor left. I wish he would. It'd make things a lot easier.

An hour later, I came out and was relieved when I saw an empty room.

I didn't even know his name.

I didn't care.

I never did.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Rosianna Bells, and I'm twenty-four years old. I own a small but successful textile company, so you can consider me a rich woman. I am addicted to sex. That is the hidden me.

To the outside world, I was a rich, businesslike woman that barely smiles at the opposite sex. People respected me out there in society-which I deserved, by the way. I was what you could consider cool, reserved, and collected. But in the inner world, I was just a sex addict who couldn't function without regular sex; I'd been that way since I was eighteen. I slept with different guys every few days.

Nameless. Faceless. All I wanted was their dicks. The orgasm they could give me.

I know you're judging me but save your breath. I don't care what you, or anybody else for that matter, thinks.

No one has a right to judge me. No one.

Dressed in a well-tailored business suit, I walked into my two-story building of a textile factory the next day and came to a stop at the commotion in the office.

On an average day, everyone organizes themselves and does their jobs perfectly. "Guess this is not a normal day," I muttered. They were all in a group, murmuring whatever gossip they had going for them.

"What's the commotion about?" I spoke loudly, my brows knit in a frown.

Gasps broke out. They all turned in my direction, eyes wide, and the groups scattered immediately.

"What's going on?" I repeated, already feeling dread because of their behaviour. It was very unusual.

One of my employees started to speak when, all of a sudden, the door to my office opened and a man walked out of it. I froze when I saw who the man was.

This must be a dream, a bad dream. There's no way he's in my office right now. It must be a hallucination of some sort.

"Rosy, darling, you look like you've seen a ghost. Are you not glad to see me?" the man's deep voice inquired.

That voice...

My body shivered, and my knees went weak. Oh, God in Heaven, he is real.

Santos Rome Hathaway. Even after six years, I'd recognize the voice of my uncle's adopted son anywhere. Santos and I didn't see eye-to-eye. We've always disliked each other. Always.

We were always fighting. Always arguing. Always quarreling. Santos Rome could be a real jerk sometimes.

It didn't help that he was very handsome, and women fell all over him. He was a well-known and renowned playboy. He left the country six years ago, and I had already made peace with the fact that he would never return-that I would never set eyes on him again.

Santos was the one man on earth I swore never to have sex with. It was a vow I planned to keep until the day I took my last breath.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, composed. When did he get back to town, anyway?

His eyes made a show of sliding all over her body, caressing like a lover's touch. "I came to see my beautiful sister," he drawled provocatively.

"We are not related." I didn't know why I always felt like pointing that out.

He shrugged in a way that said, "That's not the point."

We were drawing attention already. Unwilling to create a scene, I walked past him and headed straight for my office, leaving him to follow. I prayed he didn't follow.

I wasn't surprised that he did.

CHAPTER 2. THE RETURN OF SANTOS ROME HATHAWAY.

Santos followed me into my office and lowered himself to a chair without waiting for an invitation. I was aware of his eyes on my back as I walked confidently to my chair and sat down too. I stared at him without speaking.

"You've grown into an exquisite woman. You were pretty the last time I saw you, but you weren't this gorgeous. Your curves filled out too," he said in that lazy drawl that never ceased to send shivers down my spine.

The compliments fluttered me up inside, and I felt my vagina clench. My fingers tightened on the paper I was holding to keep from jumping him. Closing my eyes tight, I took a deep breath to get myself back together again.

I could stomach being attracted to all the men on earth-it was something I have resigned myself to a long time ago-but being sexually attracted to Santos could never be okay. Not anymore.

"You don't look so bad yourself." I was glad my voice remained controlled.

"Glad you noticed," he smirked.

"Why are you here, San? Stop sidestepping the question. You've stayed away for six years. Why are you suddenly here?" I asked him, staring into his blue eyes.

Silence. Then, "I've always liked it when you call me San. The way you say it sounds good."

I remained silent, just watching him.

Finally, he sighed. The smile left his face, and all signs of teasing were gone. It was as if his smile hadn't been there at all. "My father is very sick. His health is failing. Surely, you know this."

All defiance left and guilt plagued me. Santos's father is my mother's sister. He has always loved his adoptive family. And even as tries to hide it, I still see the pain in his eyes.

"I know. I'm really sorry to hear that."

He shrugged like it didn't matter, although I knew better. "I have to run the company so he can focus on his treatment. I'm not here for any other reason, Rosianna. Definitely not for you."

I sat opposite him, composed, making sure my face was expressionless so he wouldn't see how his words affected me, even though they did. They affected me a lot.

Santos and I never saw eye-to-eye, but there was a time we had a truce. That one time...

He stood suddenly. "It's nice seeing you again, Rosy. Mother has travelled to Africa. I heard that you've been helping my family keep business going for a while now, and for that, I'm grateful. Let's get together for dinner tonight. You can give me a rundown of how everything has been going."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the time to-"

"I know you don't wanna spend time with me, Rosy. I don't wanna spend time with you either if I can avoid it, but I do need to have that conversation, so let's set our differences aside and act like adults. If you don't wanna do it for me, then do it for your uncle." He threw each word out with his eyes narrowing challengingly.

He was right. I could be matured about it, and I was doing it for my uncle, not for him.

"Alright then. Text me the location. I'll be there by seven," I stated calmly.

"Sounds nice." Then he was out of the door.

I had to force my eyes away from his tight ass and broad shoulders as he walked out. My body tingled from head to toe. My vagina clenched so tight, I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

Sex. I needed sex.

When I left work, I didn't wait for my assistant to bring in her report as usual. Instead, I got into my Mercedes and left the building. I went back home, crossed the lawn that separated Donald's house with mine, stepped onto his pouch and knocked on his front door. Donald was my best friend/fuck buddy. The only random fuck I'd had since I moved here two years ago, and he was basically the only friend I had. Normally, I preferred fucking strangers, but it wasn't a normal situation. There was no time to go man-hunting in a bar right now. Santos's return had uprooted my world.

A woman opened it and stepped out, She was putting on his shirt. "Oh, it's the neighbor he told me about."

Donald had girlfriends-he was almost something of a manwhore-but compared to Santos, he was a walking angel.

"Where's Donald?" I asked.

"He travelled yesterday. Said you might look for him but to tell you that he won't be back until Saturday. Is there a message I should take for him?"

Saturday was two days away. Shit.

"Thanks." That was all I said to the girl as I turned and walked away.

Inside my house, I walked straight to my room. Usually, it took three or four days before the sexual urge came. Long enough to have a new guy. But today...

Santos. It was his presence.

I mentally went over every other man I knew in my head, but there was no one I could think of. Funny how I'd been with several men but only knew one of them by name. Donald was the only male friend I had.

I dropped my suitcase, took off my clothes, and went straight to the bathroom. In the bathtub, I allowed myself to relax as I began caressing my body. My eyes closed, and I went through several erotic images in my mind and slipped two fingers into my wet sheath. Involuntarily, my mind went to Santos. More wetness coated my fingers, and pleasures sizzled down my spine, a moan escaping my lips.

Shit. Mentally, I tried to shut him out. It was like trying to stop a hurricane. I really tried hard, but the pleasure was too much to pass up on, and in the end, it was the thought of him that filled my head as I rubbed my clit and played with my breasts. Those images I blocked years ago broke free; the thought of his naked body, his handsome face contorted in pleasure, his strong body as it blanketed mine. The way he kissed me. His mouth on my breast...

Another moan slipped from my lips, my fingers pushing into me as I chased my release I could feel beginning to build. It didn't take long before I flew over the edge, gasping his name as sensations washed over me.

As usual, I quenched the feeling of disgust that threatened to rise. Also, I ignored the shame that came from masturbating to Santos. I agreed with myself years ago that Santos was bad news and a very bad decision on my part.

I sighed and proceeded to bathe thoroughly before leaving the tub. Masturbation never helped a thing, but then again, half-bread is better than none.

Better to be prepared. I had to see Santos in an hour.

CHAPTER 3. MEETING WITH SANTOS.

All dressed up, I pulled out the three different-coloured pills I took occasionally and stared at the little drugs that had become a part of me for a long time.

Red one is contraceptive.

White one is a soothener.

Brown rubber one is a sex hormone depressant.

Three pills that cost a fortune-because they were pills without side effects. Pills that were quite necessary in my life. I threw them into my mouth and drank water to push them down.

Ready to go, I picked up my bag and headed out. I was still beating myself up for not getting Santos to pick a location right there in my office as I drove to his home. A big mistake on my part.

"Come to the house, Rosy," he'd drawled. "Don't tell me you've forgotten how to get here."

I hadn't, but I didn't tell him that. My hesitation was because I knew Santos was the only person in that house, and when Santos was alone at home, he'd be busy. The manwhore.

That house also held great memories for me-memories I buried years ago and had to try harder to make sure they stayed that way.

"You're coming, right?" he'd asked when I remained silent.

"I am," I answered because I wanted to handle our situation like an adult. After all, I was doing it for my uncle.

By 8 pm, my heels clicked on the tiled floor as I walked into the building of Santos's house. At the door, I hesitated. For a moment-just for a moment-I considered leaving. But then I thought against it.

Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door and it cracked open. I pushed the door open and stepped into the hallway. I didn't bother to announce my arrival because I knew Santos was aware of it. Knowing the interior of his luxurious house well, I navigated through the long hallway and cut through the turn that led to the living room. Then I heard a feminine moan.

I froze. It was coming from the end of the hallway-his bedroom. Another moan rose in the air from a different feminine voice.

"Oh, baby..." one of them moaned, while the other one's voice was more muffled.

Apparently, one was giving him a blowjob while the other was probably getting sucked by him. My spine tingled, and my legs turned to rubber. I held the wall for support as I gritted my teeth over the waves of arousal that flooded through me. God, he really was an asshole. I didn't know why I was surprised, really; Santos had done worse before. I didn't know why I thought six years would have change him.

The arousal starting inside me caused anxiety to rise. Twice in a day-and it hadn't even been an hour since I took the pills. That was not normal at all.

Get a hold of yourself, Rosianna. You can do this.

I grit my teeth, trying hard to control myself while calling Santos every rotten name I could think of in my head. It wasn't the first time he had done something like that, knowing I'd be visiting, and yet having girls around in the house. It was usual for him, actually.

However, after six years, Santos didn't know what I'd turned into.

I took several deep, shaky breaths. Feeling a bit calmer, I pushed the door open and entered. Just as I predicted, he had his head in between a woman's leg while the other woman sucked him.

Everything I did in the hallway didn't prepare me for the sight in the room. Waves of arousal slammed through me so intense that for a moment, I swayed on my feet.

My face was without expression, and my body was struggling with composure, but I walked to the sofa and lowered myself on it, glaring hard at the jerk in front of me.

SANTOS

I know I'm a jerk. Really, I do, and I don't care.

It was beyond infuriating that she would treat me the same way she treated a stranger or her colleagues. That cold formality grated on my nerves because that wasn't the Rosianna I used to know. I didn't know what went wrong with her, but it was as if the girl I used to know didn't exist anymore.

The Rosy I knew wouldn't have entered the room. And if she did, her cheeks would be on fire and her innocent eyes would be glaring at me for what I was doing. Then she'd make sure to ruin the show and send the girls running.

The composed woman in the room without any sort of feeling in her was someone I didn't even know. And someone I wouldn't allow to stay at all. Damn, she looked good enough to eat. I allowed my lips to stretch into a smile as I stared at her. Let's see how long she could stay so disconnected from her environment.

Without taking my eyes away from her, I flicked my tongue on the clit in front of my face and the girl moaned. The girl on my cock deep-throated me and I groaned aloud. Then I sucked the woman earnestly, licking and raving at her like a dog in front of his favorite treat. I shoved two fingers inside her and the bitch nearly came off the bed.

Rosy's eyes flared. There was hunger behind that cool expression.

I hid a smile, closing my eyes, and gave myself over to the pleasure. Fuck, the girl was a good cocksucker, I admitted. I would have preferred to get the pleasure from Rosy if she hadn't changed so much-if she hadn't hurt me the way she did.

I pulled away from the woman and stood up, quietly dislodging my dick from the other woman's mouth. I positioned myself on the dazed woman spread out before me. My eyes pinned Rosy's as I plunged deep into the woman and she cried out.

Heat fused Rosy's cheeks, and I could have sworn I heard her moan too.

While the two women kissed and made out on the bed, I fucked the woman lying down, driving into her with force and purpose. Feeling Rosy's eyes on me was a turn-on. I lost myself in the lush body and pounded into oblivion.

Many minutes later, I grunted harshly as I came deep into the second woman who'd switched positions a while ago. They'd both come before me, and now they played around as they dressed each other, not caring a bit about the new visitor seated on the couch.

"Later, honey." The blonde kissed my lips before they headed out.

"See you two later, babes."

Silence descended as they left. My gaze fell on the woman staring at me with banked-up rage in her eyes, and her chin lifted in defiance. But at least her expression was far from composed.

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