Feeding His Purest Obsession: The Billionaires' Little Cook

The rain was hitting hard against the big glass windows of the penthouse office, but the only sound inside the room was the loud rhythm of skin hitting skin.

Kylian Moreno didn't give a shit about the storm outside. His hands were fisted tight in the hair of a beautiful girl he didn't even know the name of, pulling her head back so he could see her face. She was flushed, sweating, and gripping the edge of his massive mahogany board room desk just to stay upright.

He kept driving into her from behind, his dick buried deep in her soaking pussy roughly.

"Kylian, wait... you're too fast," she whimpered, her fingernails scratching the wood as she tried not to slip.

He didn't slow down at all. He loved having this kind of control over someone. An hour ago she was acting high and mighty at some fancy charity gala downstairs, and all it took was one look from him to make her leave her friends and follow him up to his apartment.

To him, women were incredibly easy to figure out. They were everywhere, acting like they wanted romance and dates, but the second they got a look at his money and felt his touch, they just wanted to be in his bed. He knew exactly how to give them what they wanted so they'd stop thinking.

Kylian let out a growl and pulled his dick out completely.

The sudden cold made her gasp and cry out, trying to turn around to look at him. But he leaned his heavy chest right against her back, pinning her flat onto the desk. He slid a hand down between her thighs, his long fingers finding her slick, swollen clit and rubbing it hard roughly  that her hips started to shake.

"You want it, don't you?" he muttered right against her neck, biting down on her skin just enough to hurt.

"Yes! Please, Kylian!" she screamed out, her legs trembling under him.

She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to. The friction from his fingers was too much, and within seconds her internal walls clamped down tight. She arched her back up against his hand, screaming loud into the empty apartment as a massive orgasm tore right through her.

Kylian pulled his wet fingers out, smearing the wetness right across her collarbone, watching her eyes roll back in pure exhaustion.

"Good girl," he whispered.

For him, this was how you dealt with anyone. People think you need to use force or threats to get your way, but that's stupid. If you just figure out what someone hungers for; whether it's money in a business deal or pure pleasure in a bedroom, and you give it to them, they will do whatever you want. Give them what they crave and they belong to you.

He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, setting her right on the edge of the big desk so her legs wrapped around his hips.

"Finish it," he told her softly.

The girl didn't even hesitate. Her thighs were still shaking from coming so hard, but she reached down right away, grabbing his thick dick and guiding it back inside her, desperate to please him all over again.

~~•~~

"You really don't have to go to the city, Evangeline. It's not easy out there with the English folks," Claire said, her voice shaking a little as she messed with a log in the fireplace.

The older people at church always talked about the wicked things that went on out there in the modern world. The sin was everywhere, and Claire figured staying right here in the community was the only way to live right.

It felt like Evangeline really wanted to leave. Claire spent weeks trying to talk her out of it, but the girl just wouldn't listen. Evangeline always had a stubborn personality since they were kids, so arguing was pointless.

Sometimes Claire wished that barn accident never happened. Evangeline's family used to do just fine until her father fell off the high roof during harvest. His legs were crushed, and they had to rush him to the big hospital.

The medical bills completely wiped out every single dollar the family saved. Then, because they used all their money on the doctors, they couldn't pay the bank for the land.

Now the English bank was threatening to take the whole farm away if they didn't get thirty thousand dollars.

"I know you're worried about  me, Claire, but I'll be fine," Evangeline said, folding a plain white apron and putting it away. "I have to save the farm. My dad can't work the fields, and mom can't do it by herself. We don't have any other choices left. My parents cried about it, but they gave me their blessing. Just trust me."

Her voice was calm and quiet. Evangeline always got quiet when things went wrong, and it usually made Claire stop arguing and just nod.

"Alright Eva," Claire muttered, but a tear still ran down her face. "I'm just gonna miss you. We do everything together. What if something bad happens out there? What if the city changes you and you don't want to come back to the church?"

Claire's voice broke at the end. Evangeline looked at her best friend and felt a pang of guilt. They grew up sharing the same school bench and talking about the future. Leaving Lancaster was tearing her apart, but she couldn't just sit here and watch some bank auction off her father's land and throw her family out on the road.

"Look at me, Claire," Evangeline said, grabbing her hands. "I got a live-in job. The family pays more in a month than I can make here in a year. I'm going to clean their house, save every dollar, and send it straight back home to pay off the debt. The second the debt is gone, I'm coming back. I'll get baptized, and we'll go right back to how things were."

She opened her arms, and Claire leaned in, crying right into her shoulder. Evangeline held her tight, feeling the rough fabric of Claire's plain dress against her skin.

"I'll come back, Claire. I promise. The city family already accepted me, and the ticket is on the dresser. It's going to be okay," she whispered into the quiet room.

Claire nodded against her shoulder and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

Once Evangeline made up her mind, she never backs down. Even the church ministers gave their approval because the family was desperate, so nothing was stopping her now.

"Thank you for staying with me tonight," Evangeline whispered, looking at the dying red coals in the fireplace. "Let's just sit here together. No more talking about tomorrow."

"Okay," Claire said, squeezing her hand tight. They sat side by side on the wooden bench, watching the fire slowly burn out while the last few hours of Evangeline's old life slipped away.