Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 139: Step Up My Game [M]

[Warning: This Chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]

Desperate, she wrapped both arms tightly around Antony’s shoulders, pushing her own breasts deeper once more into the hot warmth opened wide for her between his parted mouth.

He kept sucking and flicking his tongue against the round, hardened point now resting fully in his mouth, his lower body feeling as if it no longer belonged to him, just pumping frantically into the slick heat that kept drawing his sensitive length in again and again.

That tight place was so slippery right now, clear evidence of how overstimulated she was for him. And no matter how many times she moaned so weakly through soft whimpers that single word, "stop," her own hips kept driving her pussy deeper against his cock, even when his whole length couldn’t sink any deeper inside her.

Women were such strange, confusing creatures, Antony thought, or maybe just this one.

But that confusion couldn’t drive away the happiness bubbling deep inside his chest, for being this close, this intimate with her right now, anytime soon.

And yet, his sick, twisted older half-brother had wanted to lay his hands on her? Wanted to rape her, even?

The thought only made the rhythm of his hips speed up more madly, all the rage he’d felt when he received Charles’s call last night fueling his passion more wildly.

"Attend some meetings as my appointed executive for key companies, say exactly what I tell you to say, do exactly what I tell you to do, and soon enough, everyone will believe you want to be part of this race, including Max himself," Charles had said over the phone.

Though he’d told Charles he would give his answer later, deep down, Antony knew he had already made up his mind.

The girl moaning his name so softly, sweetly above his ear right now had soon become more important to him than his own pride.

The tension built heavier and heavier between his legs, making his knees weaken by the second, something along his sensitive length burning to break free.

Antony knew he was at his limit now, and according to everything he’d read, he couldn’t let what was about to spill from him end up inside her, if he didn’t want to ruin her.

His hips drove forward in one last, regretful thrust into that tight embrace, a heavy groan tearing from deep in his throat.

"Hah!" A sharp cry ripped from her at the sudden impact, before melting into a string of quick gasps as he pulled back fully and out of her, spilling everything into the clear water below.

Air flooded Antony’s lungs as if he’d never known how to breathe before, his entire body shaking uncontrollably, his face buried in her soft breasts, until he found his breath again.

When his heartbeat finally calmed, he placed soft kisses onto one of those warm breasts, sucking her skin gently along the way.

Only then did he notice Kaija hadn’t been moaning or responding for a while now, especially after that final thrust.

"Kaikai?" he murmured, lifting his gaze slowly to her face.

His girl had already fainted, without him realizing it at all.

When Kaija opened her eyes again, all she could feel was the warmth of gradual breaths brushing softly against her skin, and a hand cupping gently over her cheeks.

"Kaikai, you’re awake?" Antony asked, his voice concerned.

The room was sinking into total darkness now, only faint warm light seeping through the small gaps between the curtains and the windows.

"Antony," she called out to him, "did I... pass out?"

Her last memories were an intense orgasm coursing through her lower body, fireworks booming in her mind. Antony’s arms were squeezing and holding around her body, before everything around her sank into total darkness.

"You did," he confirmed, his voice now thin with relief. "You almost scared me to death. Now please, rest. I must have overdone it with you in the bathroom."

"Oh..." Realization hit her. "So that’s why I’m still all naked now."

"I’ve already cleaned you up and dried your hair," he added, stroking her back lovingly. "You need not worry, just rest now."

"I’m sorry I made you worried," she murmured back, though that didn’t exactly explain why he was all naked too.

Regardless, he smelled really nice right now, so she felt like digging her nose deeper into the warm skin of his chest.

"Antony," she said, stroking his back lovingly in return, "I know your last name is Kosonen."

Antony’s hand stilled on her back. "Charles told you?" he asked, though there was no hint of displeasure in his voice.

"He did," she said, "and I also knew about your mom... and how horribly Max Kosonen must have treated you when you were younger."

"Let’s not talk about any of that now," Antony replied, though his whole body had gone stiff under her soothing palm. "I just want to be with you. I don’t wish to think of any unpleasant thing other than you."

"I’m sorry," she said, placing kisses over his chest. "Let’s talk about albums then, how I should work on my first album, shall we?"

"I like that topic more," Antony replied, pulling her up to meet his gaze. "I’m producing your first album, no question asked. I’m doing choreography for all your songs too, no more Dani this time."

"Oh dear, how eager of you," she teased, pressing her lips against his. "I was only gonna ask you which direction I should choose for my first album, I haven’t even thought of any of those steps yet."

The conversation over Kaija’s first album continued with the added sounds of the suction of her lips over Antony’s.

Outside the lovebirds’ room, dozens of security guards stood guarding all essential exit points, their faces straight and flat despite how nervous they were.

All of them were wondering when the lady would finally leave this luxurious place, so they could finally report to their boss and go home, yet none of them dared come inside and intrude into her private time, as they had already been instructed.

As more hours passed, they became more convinced the lady was going to stay the night with the handsome dance instructor she’d gone into that room with, and at last, the head of the team decided to compose a message.

On his phone, Charles received that message at once, his finger tapping impatiently against the couch in his living room.

Unknown Sender: "Ms. Sepala and Dance Instructor Antony have checked into a hotel room, sir. It seems they won’t be returning to KE campus tonight. Will update in one hour, sir."

Charles’s brow drew together, tossing the phone aside.

"Did I really lose you to these punks just within the short time that I was away from you?" he muttered, taking an annoyed sip of his half-finished wine.

If that was the case, perhaps it was time he stepped up his game against these little brats, who wouldn’t hesitate stealing every single bit of his baby’s time and attention at the first chance they got.

But given it was Antony that was with her right now, perhaps he could be slightly relieved that she would be safe for the night, outside campus grounds.

With that, he finished the rest of his wine and went to his bedroom, that irritation still burning at the back of his mind.

Little did he know, halfway across the globe, an ash-blond superstar was sharing the same frustration.

"Why the hell is she not picking up the phone?" Karl scowled, staring at the call screen.

My Cutest One And Only Birdie, the contact name read, but the receiver didn’t seem to pick up anytime soon, though this was already the twentieth time he’d tried to call her today.

He’d wanted to tell her sweet congratulations for her first debut performance, and to make sure none of the ones always lurking around her were taking away too much of her attention, but it seemed he was a bit too late.

"Fucking hell, at this rate she’s gonna forget about me even before I finish this goddamn tour, goddammit!" he snarled, swiping frantically across the screen, looking for a different contact.

This contact picked up within just two rings, unlike the girl he’d wanted to talk to.

"Karl! What can I do for you?" the other end greeted cheerfully, obviously pleased to see him calling.

"How many flowers do you have in stock today?" Karl asked. "I need ten bouquets of each type, wrapped in blue wrappers, alright?

"Like sapphire blue! Not some sad navy blue or naive light blue! It has to be sapphire blue!

"And make sure you deliver them all to KE campus, Building S, Floor 20th, Room 1 first thing in the morning tomorrow, you got it?"

The flower shop owner could already feel his head spinning. "It’s the weekend, Karl! We’re only restocking tomorrow! We’re not gonna meet your order on time! Besides, you don’t even live on floor 20th! You live on floor 19th, isn’t that right? I remember your address well!"

"I’m gonna live on floor 20th in that room very, very soon!" Karl shouted into the phone. "Just try to get that done for me, man! Go gather all the flowers you can from other suppliers! I don’t care! I’m paying you double!"

"Goodness, Karl!" The shop owner shook his head. "I’ll see what I can do, no promises. Only because it’s you who’s ordering, alright? Any notes? Or are those flowers for you?"

"Yes, a note! One note!" Karl replied quickly. "Make sure you get every single word right, alright? Ahem. Here’s what I want written down:

"I miss you every single day. I miss you every single night. You’re the sole reason why I’m doing this boring tour, so please answer my phone. I’m literally dying. Love you more than any amount of flowers I could give you, birdie. Your one and only, Karl.

"And make sure to add as many hearts at the end as you can!"