Spoiling The Billionaire’s Good Son

Renee’s POV

Never in my wildest fucking dreams did I expect to see Shane Dalton in my room. I stared at his tall frame in surprise as I walked into the room, shutting the door behind me. He was standing behind the table and didn’t even notice my presence.

I paused behind the closed door, wondering what he was looking at. Was he seriously reading my fucking textbook? I couldn’t tell because his back was facing the door and his body covered what he was doing or looking at. But he looked tense and I could tell from his shoulders.

“Well, hello!” I greeted with a smile on my face. As expected, he turned immediately, his eyes dilated in shock. “I see you got comfortable, hm?”

I noticed his shaky hands before he managed to hide them behind his back. His face was red and he had beads of sweat on his forehead. Wait. What was he doing?

My mind raced back to what I was doing before I left the room. Shit! Holy crap! Did he just…? Or no, he did not. I walked over to the table and there, I found the video still playing. Shit, I thought I turned this off before leaving.

“H… Hi”

I picked up the phone immediately and turned off the video. As I was scrolling through social media, I stumbled on the video and decided to watch it. It was so fucking boring and I had to ditch it for some air.

“Oh, I guess you finally realized you had company” I smiled when I saw how hard he blushed. How cute! “So tell me. Did you enjoy it?”

He lowered his face nervously and I smiled. Damn, he looked so fucking hot whenever he did that. I walked towards him and he kept moving backward until his back hit the wall. I smirked.

“You’re in my room, Pussy. Do you really think you can run away from me?”

“I… Um… I…” He slammed his mouth shut when I leaned closer and placed my hand on the wall, just beside him.

“So… You were saying?”

“I… I came to tell you that I met the Guidance Counselor and… And the answer is yes. I… I’ll be your tutor”

“I had made the decision already. It wasn’t left for you to decide. Now, tell me. Did you enjoy it, huh? Did you watch him fuvk her?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He gulped hard, already sweating profusely. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

The lie of the century.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Shane, I know you saw it, you watched it, and you loved it” His face flushed in embarrassment and I smiled.

“I… I am sorry. I… I didn’t see anything. It’s a… A sin to look upon another man’s n@kedness”

I laughed my ass out till my eyes were filled with tears. I couldn’t imagine how he felt when he saw the video. And he looks so fucking innocent. So fucking innocent.

“It’s called pornography. Haven’t you seen one before?” He shook his head nervously and I scoffed. He’s nineteen and hasn’t watched porn until now, how ridiculous. How old was I when I watched my first porn? Fourteen? Fifteen?

“Alright, whatever. It’s just for fun. It’s what people watch to learn how to fuck and get s*xually excited. Aren’t you excited, Shane?”

He shook his head and blurted out. “No, no, I’m not. Dad would be so disappointed in me…”

“Shush!” I hushed, placing my index finger on his trembling lips. “Your dad would never know unless you tell. Besides, your dad has watched quite a number of them”

“My dad?!? How would you know”

Oh, he’s such a coward.

“Who the fuck doesn’t enjoy watching porn? Not everyone is a pussy like you”

“I’m not a pussy!” He counteracted and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re anything I say” He gulped and looked away nervously. I took the time to look down at his pants. He was fucking huge and bulging down there. “Hm, look who isn’t excited”

“I’m not excited, Renee” He answered, more like a soft whimper.

“But down here looks pretty excited to me” Before he could protest, I lowered my hand between us and palm him through the material of his pants. His breathing went heavy and he groaned low in his throat. It was enough to send a wave of heat all through my body.

“Renee…”

“Someone might hear you. Unless you’ll be ready to explain to your fucking best friend why you’re in my room by this time of the night, I’d suggest you keep your mouth shut” He nodded in response and I whispered. “Good boy”

I kept touching him, running my palm up and down the length of his shaft through the material. He was so fucking big and thick and I could imagine the veins popping out on the surface, as thick as ever.

He groaned low in his throat and it took everything in me not to rip his pants off and fuck him against the wall. I looked up at him and found him staring back at me with red eyes, filled with desire and something else.

“I lied, I saw it.” He groaned, staring fixed at me. “I watched the video”

I knew that but then again, he lied.

Does that mean he has changed? The Shane I knew never told lies.

“I saw what they did, everything.” His voice was deep and husky. The nervousness had suddenly vanished. “How he touched her, licked her, sucked her…”

His voice was filled with the deep desires that coursed through my veins. He lowered his eyes to my chest and I gulped hard, feeling so much heat from within. It doesn’t help the throb and ache I feel down there. He’s only watching me, but that’s enough for a wild primal sensation to hit me.

He shut his eyes and sighed. “Renee, I…”

“Yes, you should go” I cut in and moved away from him, severing all contact like he burned me.

“Renee…”

I was still trying to deal with the pool that had already formed down there. “Fucking go!”

When he finally slipped out of the room, I hissed and went over to open the curtains. Fuck me, I’m already a mess. Even with the air conditioner, I was still feeling so much heat.

My phone beeped and I checked it out immediately. It was a message from Nick asking if I was okay. I didn’t reply to his last message so I guess he must be pretty worried.

I started typing. “All good…” But then I deleted it. I typed two more replies, trying to tell him that I was okay but I ended up deleting them. For fuck’s sake.

I groaned and threw the phone on the bed, feeling so restless. Maybe I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked him to leave. I should’ve made him touch me. Maybe if I did, I wouldn’t be a wrecking mess right now.

But I had to make him leave. Fuck, he’s so innocent. If I didn’t ask him to leave, I would’ve probably fucked the living hell out of him. And that would’ve destroyed him completely.

I don’t wanna destroy him, I just wanna ruin him. I wanna taint his innocence. So, I guess it’s for the fucking best.