Billionaires in Vegas

Kathryn touches the tip of my nose, her foolish grin bringing me back to reality. “You’re a good a sport, Ian.”

“Don’t say that. Please.”

“Why? Worried that this is going away?” She grabs my cock, squeezing the life out of it as I sit here grimacing in both pleasure and pain. “Be a good boy and come hard for me.”

She’s back at it, and I’m trying to ignore the fact she called me a good boy. I’m also ignoring the fact that my mother is across the hallway, crying because I’m getting an annulment from this woman. Where’s the wine? Would it be uncouth if I down a glass while my wife I’m trying desperately to divorce swallows my cock and moans all over my hardness? Oh wait, that’s me moaning. Sometimes she and I can sound awfully similar.

I quickly stop caring that she gave me any orders. When I’m on the cusp of climax, all I can think about is touching her. So I do. I grab her hair and pull, watching her grimace from the shock as she stays on me, cheeks sucking in and nose gasping for air. It’s enough. I fling my head against the back of the couch and give myself over to pleasure, my cock swelling in need as Kathryn’s tongue lashes against it.

“Fuck!” I now grab a chunk of her blouse, tearing enough of it away to see her bra strap the moment I endure my first wave of orgasm. I’m groaning as if I haven’t had a blowjob in months, and Kathryn is whimpering in desire as I fill her throat with more than my cock.

My body calms down in due time. I close my eyes and stare at the back of my eyelids. I don’t know what Kathryn’s doing, other than moving around a lot as she folds her arms around my shoulders and breathes heavily against my cheek.

“Still not married,” she whispers in my ear.

I know she’s testing me. Nevertheless, she yelps when I shove her back on the couch and crawl on top of her like a crazy-ass lunatic.

“No consummation, huh?” I say, yanking down her zipper with one hand and pulling up her blouse with the other. “I’ll show you not consummating a damn thing...”

She’s lucky my dick is soft right now. She is lucky.

I take great pleasure in watching her eyes roll back in her head the moment I slide my fingers into her folds and search out anything—anything—that will get her off. Doesn’t take much. She’s as wet as ever. I would say it was sucking me off for ten minutes that got her like this, but if she says she was thinking about me all day... well... okay, it’s me. It’s all me. Watch my ego inflate like a balloon. Doesn’t take much.

I don’t tell her to be quiet. Why would I want her to be quiet? My fingers are hooked inside her, fucking her as fast and as hard as they can, daring her to lose herself faster than I did. The best part is watching her breasts shake in her bra. I don’t even want to see her nipples. I know they’re hard. I’ve seen them countless times before. All I care about is watching her body tremble in pleasure because I am the best at what I do. Namely, the best at fucking her with a pair of fingers.

“Ian!” One hand is in her hair while the other latches onto my wrist. “Oh, fuck!”

No, I don’t smoke, but I’m gonna need a cigarette after this.

I can only do so much with my fingers—and with her jeans still on—but everything is wet, hot, and needy. Within another minute Kathryn cries out, her hips bucking against my hand as I imagine her naked and writhing beneath my body. She’s so ready for me, too! I want to throw her on the edge of the bed, pry these thighs apart, and fuck her with my cock until she loses her mind.

My frustration channels through my fingers, and I make her come a second time, her pitiful cries of pleasure getting me hard again.

She sucks in her breath when I finally pull my hand out of her jeans. My fingers are coated in her wetness, and like a perfect gentleman I rub it all over her stomach, making sure she knows what is going on down there—as if she can’t tell.

“Do you know how badly I want you?” I growl in her ear. “Do you know how badly I want to tie you to this couch so you can’t go anywhere? Do you know how badly I want to fuck you, Kathryn? How much I want to feel your muscles around my cock, working me until I lose every part of myself inside of you? I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ll kiss you.” I do so now, planting my heavy lips on hers long enough to make my point clear, in case she’s still not getting the picture, I wrap her hand around my cock, which is half-erect again. “Say the word and I’ll do it. Any position you want. As many times as you want. I’ll get you so drunk on sex you won’t even remember your name. You know I’m good for it.”