Raw Seduction (A spicy Erotica series)

Chapter 3: What Daddy Wants Daddy Gets

Chapter 3

Selena stood rooted to her bedroom floor as she stared at Ryan and then at the extended tray.

"Good morning, Mrs Selena. My mother said you skipped lunch yesterday, so I offered to bring up your breakfast for you. I hope I didn't disturb your rest"

Ryan said. His eyebrow piercing glinting in the light.

"Uhm, no. You... I... I was resting. I forgot to eat"

Selena stuttered as she took the food tray from his hands and then proceeded to slam the door in his face.

"I'm sorry, I still don't feel too well. Thank Felicia for me" she said to the locked door hoping he would hear from the other side.

It was bad enough that she was seeing him in her dreams, f*****g him in her dreams, but why would he show up at her door? The universe was definitely playing a sick game with her.

She looked up to her ceiling "Can't you have pity on me? I'm just a girl" she whispered.

Selena took the food tray to her bedside table and sat in front of it staring at the bed. This was the room she shared with her husband. She didn't want to imagine someone else taking her on this same bed. "But you imagined Ryan, sucking you into oblivion" her dirty mind whispered back.

"Of course I did!" Selena said aloud to no one in particular.

Yes, yes, she imagined him, dreamed of him , pictured and desired the large length of his veiny c**k filling her up, but at least she wasn't really fuc'king Ryan. She was a married woman for fuc'ks sake.

Selena ate quickly and rushed down to drop the plates and tray. She couldn't believe she was scurrying around in her own house!

Damn her useless body, and damn her ovulation too. It was the reason she had her panties in a twist!

Why would a f*****g handsome man show up at her house now of all times when she could barely make a straight sentence without 'f**k' being one of the words?!

She took a bottle of water from the fridge and drank it in one gulp. Damn her wet p***y too. Selena cursed again as she wiped her chin of stray water.

Her cunt was truly enjoying the cat and mouse chase. Her n*****s had hardened into tight buds in hope of being given attention.

Selena heard heavy footsteps coming towards the kitchen, she didn't wait to know who it was before she ran out of the kitchen and into the closest room that just happened to be the gym room her husband used when he was around.

She shut the door behind her and gulped audibly. She pit her head on the door and chuckled softly to herself. That was a close one, Selena took a long sigh of relief.

She knew that if she got one good look at Ryan, she would melt quicker than snow in the summer sun and she didn't want that.

Selena turned from the door and froze mid-step.

On the gym thread mill was Ryan. He wore nothing but a low hanging gym shorts. Sweat glistened on his broad back and rolled down into his shorts.

She could not see his face from her angle, but what she could see was enough to make her stomach tie itself in knots. She stood transfixed as his back muscles rippled under his skin as he moved, running really fast.

He had his headphones on, so he had not heard her come in.

He hadn't even turned or reduced his speed, so Selena took it as a welcome view and leaned in a nearby wall, watching him.

Selena felt the drool slip from her slightly opened lips.

Her n*****s hardened as she took in his tight ass as he ran.

Her fingers went straight to her tight n*****s that stood erect like projectile bullets.

She moaned at the sensation, thankful that he had not noticed her presence.

She slipped backward, further into the shadows until she leaned on the door.

Covered by the darkness of the shadows, Selena felt safer and continued squeezing her breast.

She continued to watch him, his biceps flexing as he worked out.

RYAN'S POV

Ryan noticed her immediately she ran into the gym room. He had almost gone down on his knees and begged his mother to let him bring her breakfast up for her. Selena was a damn beautiful woman.

With perky t**s and a slim waist that went down to the most beautiful bouncy ass he had ever seen in a woman.

When he had seen her the first time, she looked so f*****g young and flustered. He could smell her arousal, and he could not place whether it was for him or someone else.

Either way, the pure sight of her body, her voluminous lips, and blue doe eyes, it took everything in him not to pin her against the kitchen counter and f**k her with his mother watching.

Ryan had always gotten whatever girl he wanted, he didn't need to try to hard to woo the ladies.

They always came to him. Little counts begging for the tip of his c**k. But he was a picker eater. Not just any girl got the privilege of getting f****d by him.

Ryan went to bed that night wondering how the fu'ck someone like Francis could get a hot girl like Selena. It was very clear that she was not getting a good fu'ck.

If only she would give that pretty little ass to him and watch him fuc'k her till she was satisfied and sated. He had only been here for a day, but he had f****d himself four times.

Everytime he closed his eyes he saw her face, with her eyes closed, writhing under him and coming multiple times. He imagined her voice and how it would sound if she moaned his name.

After dropping her breakfast and seeing her look so f*****g breathtaking, her breast jiggling under her top begging for his hands to grab them.

He was thankful that she slammed the door on him or he would have had a hard time leaving her door.

He had run down stairs to his room with his hand on his growing hard-on and had taken a very cold shower and it still didn't work to calm him down.

He still wanted her lips on his c**k. Still wanted to dive his tongue into her p***y and suck her like a hungry child.

Ryan ran to the gym to work out his horny feelings, only for her to walk in here too.

What she didn't know was that there was a small obscure mirror in front of his thread mill that gave him full view of everything behind him, including her as she pinched her breast through the fabric of her night shirt.

"She's watching me and playing with herself. I'll give her something to watch" Ryan said softly as he reduced the speed of the thread mill till it stopped and he came down from it.

He picked up a dumbbell, still not facing her, he took a sit on a bench and began to workout, flexing his arm muscles and giving her a show.

He kept his eyes on the mirror as he watched her hands go down from her breast to the waist band of her pajamas shorts.

Ryan felt his mouth water and still go dry at the same time. His d**k stood at attention, becoming painfully obvious, and poking through his work out shorts.

"Fu'ck" Ryan said out loud.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He didn't if she was married to a CEO or the president.

He wanted her, needed to f**k her. And whatever he wanted, he always got.