Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

Six years ago

At a luxury apartment in the heart of Boston. In the master bedroom, the plump but sexy body of Pichani was crawling on her knees in doggy style on a king-sized bed. At the back had a dark, tall and handsome Stefan Mackenzie moving his muscular body fast and hard their breathing sounded rough and heavy.

"Oh, yes! Ah!"

He withdrew himself and walked his way to the bathroom after done, big hand removed the condom, threw it into the trash and took a shower. The good-looking face with the thick eyebrows parallel to the sharp deep blue eyes, short dark brown hair, mouth without a smile at this moment, but looked gorgeous. The face of Stefan Mackenzie could melt any woman's heart from 100 meters distance!

Stefan Mackenzie snatched a towel to wrap around his waist, tall and gorgeous body walked out of the bathroom. Pichani was still lying there on the bed without any clothes, sending a seductive smile that she thought would draw his attention as it sometimes could, her hand was playing with her breasts to seduce the most handsome guy she had ever met.

Pichani was an 18-year-old Thai-American, studying in a university in Boston. When Stefan first met her, he was pleased with her beauty, and especially her hot roles in bed, like most men who were enjoying sex life.

He saw her in Las Vegas, the city he was living in. She was full of energy in bed and that was the reason he decided to keep her longer than usual, just for now till he got bored, then that would be another story.

Stefan was the first man for every woman he slept with. Because Stefan Mackenzie only slept with a virgin woman and never looked back after finished.

Pichani was an exception this time that he thought would feed her for a while even rented an apartment and paid for her monthly expenses.

Two months which was considered the longest period that Stefan had been dating a woman, he only rented this luxurious room temporary, didn't bother to buy the permanent one because Stefan didn't know when he would get bored of Pichani. Women for Stefan, it's only for sex, and sex only, nothing else.

Of course, he was super-rich, but Stefan was not stupid with the way he's spending his money. He was an heir of a financial trading company who used his brain more than his heart, carefully calculated everything he had invested in, and his investment must always be profitable!

More importantly, Stefan Mackenzie never loved anyone and didn't care such the word love. Love was not necessary for a man like him as long as he could still use his money to buy everything including women.

Love was considered nonsense that Stefan had always been laughing at. As long as there was money, everything would be always easy for a man named Stefan Mackenzie!.

"Who's living in that small room?"

Stefan asked, stepped up to sit on the bed, his back's against the bed head. He had just been here for the first time since he had rented the woman this three-bedroom apartment. The Mackenzie Enterprise that his ancestors had established had the Headquarter in Boston so it was handy for him to have a place and a woman to release his sex drive when needed.

Stefan had eyes for details when he wanted to, so when firstly walked into this place he noticed the small room at the far corner had its door opened a little, the sign of somebody else was living here. He paid a lot of money for this room not for charity, didn't want anybody to disturb his joy of sex with Pichani.

Pichani moved to sit on his lap, started moving back and forth and moaned a little.

"Ah ... only a Thai student, not important darling. Oh, yes, please honey, I want you again." Pichani moaned loudly when the hard shaft under the towel rubbing between her legs.

"You know well I don't want guests in this apartment."

"I know honey, um, it's only temporary...Oh, yes...ah."

Pichani replied and moaned, she was getting hotter and hotter by moving on him.

"Ah, fuck, condom, fast!" The low husky voice ordered. Pichani took his order immediately reached to grip a pack of condoms on the table by the bedside, put it on him then got up on his lap and took the whole thick and long length into her completely.

"Ah! Yes!" Stefan moaned, moved his lower body up and down, faster and faster until Pichani cried out. It was loud enough to wake the next-door neighbors and Stefan himself moaned with a rough voice in his throat, released to fill up the condom.

Pichani knew well how to please him best. She removed the condom, threw it into the bin at the side of the bed, moved down his legs bent her head down open her mouth wide to let the beautiful length in. Stefan swore with pleasure again and again. She sucked him hard and fast. The smart mouth and tongue moved and licked until he moaned out loud and released into her mouth every drop.

Wirata Ratanawan used the key card to open the door and walked quietly into the luxury apartment of her senior friend, Pichani. The slender figure of a sixteen-year-old young lady moved fast to the small room at the far corner.

Wirata released her breath which was held without realizing. The noise from the master bedroom was telling Wirata that Pichani was not alone in there. The sound that made her flushed, knowing well what kind of activity was going on in there. In the middle of the day with that sound of sex pleasure too loud. Some people had no manners at all! Wirata was thinking with disgust.

She had never met this guy before. What she had heard from her roommate was he's very very rich, some sort of millionaire from Las Vegas. He's renting this place for Pichani, paid a lot of money!

Funny enough, Wirata was from Las Vegas, too. Her mother was Thai. She divorced Wirata's father and married an American man since Wirata was ten years old. John owned a pub in Las Vegas. Wilaiwan, Wirata's mother ran a Thai restaurant there, the business was so far so good.

However, when Wirata finished secondary school, her mother didn't want her to live in Las Vegas. Her mother said she didn't trust John with Wirata. He was too much into gambling, even his pub made good money, but it never was enough for someone who was addicted to gambling like him. Her mother was afraid one day John would lose his pub and might get her and Wirata into trouble. Wirata listened to her mother and obeyed every word. So, that was the reason why she was here, in Boston, studying at a high school not far from this apartment.

When she had spare time, Wirata liked going to book shop, bought new books because she couldn't resist a new release of her favourite author.

The small table by the windows had stacks of studying books on top of it, which reminded her that homework needed to be done. She put the dark brown leather bag on the table, thinking of a cup of coffee to boost her mood for the homework.

Wirata sneaked out of her small bedroom to the kitchen zone. It had a black granite counter in the middle to separate that section from the sitting room. The kitchen was small but modern. Wirata liked cooking as her mother owned a restaurant. That's one of the reasons Pichani agreed to share this apartment with her because Wirata cooked for her. when Pichani woke up in the middle of the day, she usually found food in the fridge to save her life.

The kettle made noise when started to boil. Wirata reached for a mug in the cabinet on the wall, stood and waited, praying for it to be fast, hoping that the two people in the master bedroom didn't know that she had returned already.

Wirata was glad when the kettle signalled that it's done. She hurried to pour black coffee into a large mug and turned back. It was the same time when the master bedroom door opened.

A dark tall and handsome man with the face like the lord of the underworld was standing there. He had god dark blue eyes somehow it must be the light of the day to help her to see his eyes' color quite clear. He was staring at her. She could see a hint of the dangerous devil flashing in those deep blue eyes It made her stood still. Wirata could sense that he was not pleased to see her here!

He had a white towel wrapped around his waist. The top part of his body was not too bad to look at. His chest had a tattoo, Wirata could not tell what that colourful tattoo was about, because she didn't dare to stare at it. Also, both of his arms had tattoos as well. This guy was too much into tattoos!

That pair of sharp blue eyes continued to look at her quietly. Wirata stood still with a shock, but when realizing that she was staring at him with no blinking, she then blinked to recall her posture and quickly walked straight to her room and closing the door immediately.

Stefan was surprised to see a young girl with short hair at shoulder level. She had big glasses on her small face. She seemed shocked to see him, he could tell from her huge black eyes wide opened and her nice full lips were parted before she hurriedly walked to the small room with a cup of coffee in her hand.

Stefan turned back into the room and put on his clothes.

"Listen, Pichani. Next time when I come, you must make sure nobody's here apart from you."

Stefan said, put money on the table and walked out of the room.

One thing Stefan hated very much was, being interfered in his private space!

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Writer Talk:

 I do believe that a great open-minded reader won't let such language be your obstacle to stop you enjoying your reading as imagination is the greatest gift we all have. Nothing is perfect in this world and I won't try to be the best but I will try to give my best here.

So, here I am sitting, writing directly to you. And I hope you are there sitting or relaxing in bed and enjoying reading, too.

Love you,

Elya

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