Breathless 3: In Love With an Alpha Billionaire (Breathless 3)

“Why do you ask?” I responded with a question.

“You stopped dancing,” she said, as I stood in the middle of the dance floor in a daze.

“I guess the alcohol is catching up with me. I think I better call it a night,” I told her, as I walked away from the dance floor.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance to another song? I could go put in a request for whatever you like to dance to,” she said once we reached the bar. Her eyes begged for more time, while I was ready to settle up my tab and bounce.

Trayce tossed back the remainder of her drink and intertwined her fingers within mine. I had lost count of how many she’d taken back over the night. What I did know was the woman was a professional drinker, hands down.

“No, I’m good. Actually, I’m about to bounce out of here,” I said, avoiding looking into her eyes. “I have a big day planned tomorrow, with my daughter’s party and all.”

“That’s right, you told me about that. Well, I guess all good things come to an end,” she said slightly raising her brow. “It was so nice meeting you.”

“Same here,” I said, bringing her hand that was in mine to my lips. “Thanks for entertaining me this evening. I had a good time.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me being forward,” she began.

“Why do I have the feeling you’re going to be forward, whether I mind or not.”

“Because I am,” she said on a laugh. “But seriously, we don’t have to end the night here and now. I’m free all night, if you are.”

I sized Trayce up from her curly blonde hair down to her stiletto covered feet. My dick jumped in my pants as my eyes raked over her voluptuous breasts and golden thighs.

Thirty six minutes later, we were entering my suite. It was on and popping as soon as we hit the door. She kicked off her shoes and wrestled to take her clothes off. When she yanked her bra off and her vanilla cream tits sprang toward me, my dick grew harder than a steel post.

I wasn’t a fan of sex with random women, and especially one I met in a random city at a random bar, but Tracye had caught me at a time when I needed a distraction from my true feelings.

I pulled my shirt over my head and began to unbuckle my pants. By this time, she was completely naked. Her hands ran freely over her body, careful not to miss a spot. Seeing that I was just standing there looking at her in amazement of the moment, she said, “Let me help you with these.”

Easing down to her knees, she unzipped my pants and took them off. I lifted my feet so she could easily slide them off. Once I was free of pants and boxers, she glided her tongue along my legs until she reached my balls. That was when she took my shaft in her hands. Her head swooped down and every inch of my shaft disappeared into her mouth.

“Ohhhh!” My head flew back and I closed my eyes, as if the act of closing them would hold this moment of ultimate delight behind my eyelids forever. My hands instantly went to her head to guide her warm mouth as it sheathed and unsheathed my rod in the most erotic of ways.

“Mmmh,” she said as she slurped down my precum.

“Tracye…” I said as she made the hottest sounds that were driving me fucking crazy.

I didn’t know where she learned her skills, but Tracye was the real deal. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle her oral skills much longer without my hot seed splashing into her mouth, I backed out of her and held out my hand to help her up. Standing toe to toe, she looked up at me with the most vulnerable look in her eyes.

I reached for her face and brought her lips to mine for a kiss. We kissed so sensuously that I wanted to hold her as close as I possibly could. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. With her secure in my arms, I backed up to the bed and fell down with her landing on top.

She moaned repeatedly against my lips as my tongue slid against hers. The more we kissed, the more I felt the urgent need to be inside of her. I grinded my hips sensuously against hers as I deepened the kiss.

"Condom…" she softly murmured.

I stretched to reach the nightstand and pulled out the box of condoms I bought after having drinks with Jacob. I didn’t know if I would even need them, but figured it was better to be safe than sorry. I was glad I thought ahead.

After applying the condom, she rose up and, without any assistance, slid down my rod in a slow gripping motion. She began to ride me gallantly. Her wetness was slick and intoxicating, as she rocked back and forth.

"You feel so good, Montie," she said, sucking my lip up to hers without missing a stroke.

"You feel good, too,” I said in between the meticulous hammering of her sweet pussy.

She crashed down onto my dick over and over again, riding me into oblivion. I was determined not to be outdone. I matched her stroke for stroke. Our bodies continuously glided against one another, until her moans intensified to the point of groans.

"Ummm…" was the last thing I said before a strong orgasm traveled through my body. “Come with me,” I said using my last bit of energy to hold off and wait for her.

She tightened her grip around my shaft as she rose and fell against me like she was in a rodeo. Within minutes, my hot cum gushed into the latex. She had screamed my name and a hundred more expletives as we came in unison.