Sold to Him
The couch squeaks under our bodies. Trina throws her head back, her mouth wide open with her gasps of pleasure. She’s tight and hot and wet, and the dirty sounds of her taking my dick so good spins me right out of control.
“Come for me, baby! I need you to come. I want that tight little pussy to explode.”
She’s so small around me, so delicious. So fucking amazing that I know I can’t last much longer. But I need to last. I need her to come. I need her to feel amazing the first time she takes my cock in that wet snatch.
“Grayson! Grayson!” she calls like a prayer. And then it happens. Her orgasm grabs my dick tight, and FUCK! My whole body jerks haphazardly as I ejaculate. Jizz jets out from my cockhead in massive ropes, virile and goopy, spraying her beautiful pink channel with creamy white. She gasps too, crying out my name as her clamping hole pulls my male seed deep inside.
The last thing I see before my eyes clench shut is her. Her pleasure. Her face. Her tits jerking as I fuck her hard and get her to that place that makes her scream my name louder and louder.
My world explodes. We’re gasping together. Panting. Twisting together on the leather sofa as our bodies become one.
When I open my eyes, my world is filled with Trina. Nothing but this gorgeous, brown-eyed girl with my cock in her pussy and my heart falling into her hands. I’ve violated every rule of the Billionaires Club … but Trina is worth it.
Chapter 7
Trina
The mirror in front of my bed shows me a girl—no, a woman—who is completely and thoroughly satisfied. Under the thin, gold robe I wear, my body looks lush and ripe, not the “fat” I usually think it is. My huge boobs look sexy and a little bruised from Grayson’s kisses. My nipples are hard and the passion burns from his stubble are all over my skin. The curve of my stomach feels sexy and soft. And the pussy that had never felt a man’s cock until now is sore and satisfied.
In the mirror, my reflection blushes.
I turn away and pull the soft, golden robe more securely over my shoulders and breasts. The cloth rubs my nipples and my pussy clenches from the delicious stimulation. Again, I feel a rush of color in my cheeks.
Shameless. That’s what I feel.
But what I should be is scared out of my mind. Because the room I’ve been sleeping in for two nights now is obviously part of some sort of compound. It’s hidden in plain sight from the rest of New York and somehow accessible through the maze-like corridors originating in the Midtown office where I interviewed. It goes to show how powerful and secretive the Billionaires Club is.
After all, the name pretty much says it all, right? These men are each worth at least ten figures. That sum of money blows my mind, but it means that they’re able to buy anything and everything that secures their privacy and property.
It doesn’t make any logical sense though. I mean, who creates a secret compound in the middle of New York unless they’re trying to hide something super crazy and maybe even illegal? Plus, all these well-dressed, ice cold blondes running around? It’s like a bad James Bond movie.
So yes, I should be frightened to death. I’m practically a prisoner in a place I don’t even know. But after the amazing night I had with Grayson Knight, my body is more alive than it’s ever been. And I still can’t believe the dinner I had with him, the special treatment from such a powerful man. I feel almost like a princess in a fairy tale. One who has lots of hot sex, though.
That caveat makes me smile secretly to myself because last night was amazing. After I came hard on the couch, we moved to his bed. There, he ate my pussy until I shattered again and, while my pussy was still creaming from the cum, Grayson put me on my hands and knees and took me doggy style. It was hard and fast and oh, so hot! Even the pain from my first time gave me pleasure. With his massive cock in my twat, I screamed mindlessly, adoring every moment of it. Shameless. That’s what I am around this man, and a blush lights up my skin again.
No, a prisoner wouldn’t happily worship her captor the way I did last night with Grayson. Besides, how much of a prisoner am I if Grayson and his gorgeous female minions let me call Nana and Mickey anytime I want? And how much danger can I be in when the man holding the keys to my cell makes me feel so safe and beautiful, so free even if technically, I’m confined?