“Yes, Chan. I’d like that.”
Hearing her assent, I take her small palm and lead her back into the venue and out the door. I don’t care who sees because this woman is all mine. Standing in front of the restaurant, I can’t keep my hands off Trixie as we wait for my driver to come around. My hands grip her thick hips and I press a ravenous kiss to the side of her neck.
“Chan,” she giggles. “What if someone sees?”
“I don’t care,” I growl. Then my car arrives and I practically drag her inside before pressing her down into the leather seats and covering her in kisses. She mewls, writhing needily beneath me.
“Oh Chan,” she sighs while arching her back. “That feels good.”
I barely remember getting into my apartment. All I know is that one minute we’re in the backseat, and the next I’m kicking my front door shut with my foot, listening for the latch to spring in place. Then, I reach for Trixie again and dig my fingers into the fabric of her gown. I’m moments from ripping it off of her, but she stops me by placing those small palms over mine.
“Don’t,” she pants, “I can’t ruin the dress.”
That makes sense. I know a lot of young socialites get their gowns on loan from designers. Her outfit is so tasteful that I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s Dior or Chanel. My hands trembling, I gently pull down the zipper in back, and lo and behold, the dress slides off her smooth skin, revealing the creamy goddess beneath. She’s clad now in nothing but lingerie and high heels, and my staff jerks into full mast.
“Do you like?” she coos, lifting her hair up from her neck while doing a little spin. Pre-come spurts into my boxers and I groan.
“I more than like,” I say. “I want out.”
Trixie giggles again, and deftly reaches in back to undo her lace brassiere. Huge Double Ds spring out, plush and creamy, making my mouth water. Then, she giggles and peels down her panties before stepping out of them and throwing the fabric at me. I catch the lace mid-air and crumple them in my fist before holding them to my nose. Damn, she smells of female spice and I can’t wait to taste it.
“You’re a bad boy, you know that?” she coos while blowing a kiss at me.
I merely grin lasciviously.
“And you’re a bad girl, which is exactly the type of woman I adore.” With that, I move to take my woman, and the real fireworks begin.
4
Jolene
* * *
Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening. I’m not the type to go home with a man, but here I am, in this billionaire’s apartment. I say billionaire because I got a glimpse of the surroundings when we entered, and the place is Lavish with a capital “L.” A huge chandelier drips from the ceiling, throwing off slivers of light. The floor is shiny marble and right beyond us is a huge sitting area, complete with low-slung, white leather furniture. Who is this guy?
I don’t know because he told me his name is “Chan.” That’s a fake name if I’ve ever heard one, but then again, I’m using a fake name too. Trixie? I sound like a cartoon superhero who flies around with a pink cape.
Nonetheless, the fake name made me bold because I’ll never see this man after tonight. That’s what I told myself when he kissed me, and that’s what I reminded myself as I got into his limo. This is a night for being wild, and I’m going to give myself over to any and every temptation that comes my way.
The huge man kisses me again, pushing me so that suddenly, I’m pressed up against a floor-to-ceiling window. The glass is cool against my skin and I yelp a bit, but he merely cups my breasts, his thumbs running over my stiffened nipples.
“They’ll see,” I whisper, panting a bit. “From down there.”
He growls, that hot gaze running up and down over my nude form.
“Then let them see,” he rasps. “I want them to see my huge cock claiming your tiny pussy. It’s mine.”
Oh my god, who talks like this? But the dirty words turn me on, and I lean into his kiss. But then, a mischievous feeling comes over me and I tug at that black hair while biting his lip. I want to have some fun tonight.
Chan pulls back with a slight hiss, his cerulean eyes alive with desire. “Oh my lovely, you’re going to be punished for that.”
Goosebumps cover my skin at the thought of him punishing me. What could it be? I’ll take whatever it is, and love every second of it. Chan moves in a blur, ripping his clothes from his form and before I realize it, the massive man is standing before me in nothing but boxers. He’s a vision to behold. Smooth, bronzed skin is reflected in the low light, with washboard abs and pecs made of steel. His thighs are hard and powerful, and holy cow, but his cock is so huge that it wraps around his waist. A low chuckle greets my ears.