But the billionaire always delivers. Grabbing onto my hips, he slid into me in one smooth stroke.
“Oh!” came my breathy wail. “Oh oh oh!”
Then another and another until I was bouncing up and down in his lap. If anybody saw us, they would immediately know what we were doing. There was no hiding the way my tits jumped under my dress with each ram of his tool or the gasps and groans flying from my mouth.
But I didn’t care. Even though I’d come already, the hard pounding of his rod in my butt and the relentless pressure of his fingers on my clit had me flying again. And somehow, I screamed in time to the music while his hands gripped my hips hard. The alpha grunted in my ear, rough and animalistic, hot and furious at once.
“Come on, baby,” he ground out, panting hard. “That’s it. I knew this pretty butt could take my meat.” The sweat dripped between my breasts and my asshole hurt so good. “Yeah, baby. That’s right,” came the words. “Unnh, fuck you feel good!” This time, the words were ragged, excitement building in the big man’s balls.
And doing my best, I squeezed my ass cheeks hard on that big dick, forcing him over the edge. That massive body froze for one moment then shuddered wildly, shooting cum, showering my hole from the inside. Oh fuck, oh fuck! It was so goopy and hot, semen lashing my rectum again and again, coating my insides. I’d never felt anything so primal, animalistic and mind-blowing in my life.
A scream escaped my lungs, full volume as my butthole clenched.
“Unnh!” was my wild cry, anus and pussy clamping again and again, pulsing on the huge piece of man meat. “Unnh, unnh!”
And the alpha just kept pumping. A big hand curved around my throat and my pulse felt like it was going to jump right out of my skin and leap into his hand.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned roughly. “So fucking good.”
I panted hard, hanging on for dear life to the edge of the table. Oh my god, oh my god. Had I really just done that? Had I really let a man take my ass cherry, running a big dick into my behind?
But it was true because even as I squirmed, that big dick squirted again, the remnants of his hot bubbly cum painting my insides. Oh shit! My mouth was dry, like I’d just come off a rollercoaster, and I rubbed my thighs together deliciously, still barely able to compute.
But the alpha pushed my back down then, pulling out slowly. Bent over, a moan escaped my lips as I shut my eyes. Because that fat cock felt just as good coming out going in, and my pleats flared before clamping down once more.
A low chuckle sounded behind me.
“Princess, you liked it, didn’t you?” came that deep rumble. “You love that shit.”
And sure enough, a thick finger reached out to stroke my anus again, the pucker tightening reflexively. “You sure were tiny down there.”
But before I could say anything, he dragged my dress down to cover my otherwise bare butt.
“Up you go, sweetheart.”
I staggered off his lap and to my feet. My legs were shaking as I gripped the table to get my bearings, cum dribbling from my behind and down my thighs. It was the dirtiest, hottest feeling, like I was in the best sex dream ever, bar none.
My head swam wildly, and when my eyes managed to focus, I saw that the billionaire had my panties in one big fist. He was wiping down his cock with the soft square of cloth, and in a flash, those damp panties were into his pocket and out of sight.
“Thanks, princess. That was real good,” came his dismissive reply.
“Um …” was my stunned mumble.
Still reeling, I didn’t realize I’d been dismissed.
But those blue eyes flickered again.
“Waiting for something?” he asked casually, leaning forward to pour a drink, and then relaxing back against the couch again. “Something you want to say?”
I stared at him. In fact, yes, I had something to say. Something along the lines of, I just had anal for the first time in my life. You just took my ass cherry. I’ve never even given anyone my pussy cherry before.
But I couldn’t say any of those things, so smoothing my dress down I hobbled away, anus still aching, stretched so hard. Staggering down the stairs from the VIP area, my mind whirled, unable to believe what I’d done.
But the sting in my bottom and the thick cream sliding between my cheeks and down my legs was more than enough to convince me none of this was a dream. I’d done all that with a man whose name I didn’t even know. Me, quiet and mousy Lacey Jones.
My friends would never believe what happened.