Playboy Billionaire

He put his arm around my waist and pulled me so close it forced the breath from my lungs.

My breasts heaved against his chest. I could feel the length and thickness of his cock pressing into crotch.

He put his cheek next to mine and sighed happily in my ear. He ground his cock into me like a teenage boy at a high school dance. I resisted the urge to grind my hips into his. I wanted to seduce him into an interview. Not fuck him on the dance floor.

He sighed into my ear, “You’re beautiful, Katie Holmes. Even more beautiful that the other one.”

“Thank you,” I said, doing my best to follow his lead, even though I was born with two left feet. I wasn’t much of a dancer and I had never been held so tightly in all my life.

I sort of… liked it.

A lot…

My brain told me to kick him in the balls and get the heck out of there, but my body was telling my brain to just shut the fuck up and let us have a little fun.

It felt good being in his strong arms.

My nipples grew plump against his chest. They ached to be free of the tight bra. They wanted to be squeezed between his fingers… Kissed by his lips.

I could feel heat building in my twat. It started as a tiny spark the moment he took me into his arms. The tiny spark quickly ignited and spread through my body like wildfire. I could feel the heat rising through my stomach, spreading across my breasts, going up my neck, and burning thoughts of running away from my brain.

His lips brushed my ear. His hot breath sent a warm shiver down my spine. A warm stream was flowing between my legs. I could feel my juices soaking into my panties. I could smell my tangy scent rising in the air.

I heard him inhale deeply.

He could smell my juices, too, just as clearly as a shark could smell blood in the water. He was circling me. He was the predator. I was his prey.

Hang in there, girl, a little voice in my head whispered.

If you want to dance with the devil, you must follow to his tune.

It’s all part of the game.

Keep playing along.

You’re doing fine...

We were dancing in sync now. I put my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I turned my nose toward his neck and inhaled his scent. His musk was like an aphrodisiac. It made me want to do things to him I’d never done with any man before. It made me want to let him do things to me… anything he wanted… over and over and over again…

I didn’t think about pushing my hips into his or pressing my lips to his sweaty neck. Both just happened. When he felt my lips on his skin, he rubbed his cock against my cunt and sent a series of shockwaves splintering through me.

I held my breath and pressed my forehead to his shoulder. I was having an orgasm, in public, on the dancefloor, with a man I just met. Who the fuck was I? Oh yeah, I was Katie Holmes…

He moaned as he felt me shudder against him.

His cock was getting harder and my pussy was soaking my panties. I could feel the moisture trickling down the inside of my thigh. The practical side of my brain said: you should have worn thicker panties. The fun side, the side that didn’t come out to play very often, said fuck it, baby. Let it flow!

My breath was gusty on his cheek.

I could feel his lips at my ear.

His tongue went around the rim of my ear and down the slope of my neck. His breath was hot on my neck. He was panting like a dog.

I felt his muscles tense up against me. He dug his fingers into my ass and ground his cock into me faster, with a longer motion so the entire shaft rubbed against my cunt. I heard him moan in my ear. His body quaked. Holy shit. He was having an orgasm. This really was like being back at a high school dance with a horny teenage boy.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight as he arched himself into me and exploded in his pants. I almost came again myself, the moment was so fucking hot.

He held me into him until the spasms ended. His breathing in my ear slowed as he struggled to catch his breath.