Page 4 of The Billionaire's Buy-In

Her mouth tightens and her eyes narrow, but I can tell she’s nervous.

“What are you going to do with me? Someone will notice I'm gone. You can't keep me here,” she counters. Her breathing is labored, causing her breasts to heave, letting me know she’s more than a little disturbed by our interaction. It also provides a tempting display making my mouth water, imagining peeling aside the fabric of her sexy, barely-there dress, and exposing her nipples to my hungry gaze. My dick throbs with the mental image.

Tearing my eyes away from her bountiful cleavage, I lean down until my lips graze her ear. “Whatever I decide your punishment should be. I’m still trying to decide.”

Placing one hand on the table behind her, my other softly skims along the exposed skin starting from her throat, between her breasts, finally resting above her heart, which I can feel racing. The rapid pulse tells me she’s both scared and aroused. Poor, innocent girl, I’m sure she’s confused by her body’s reaction.

“But I did nothing wrong. I was just defending myself!” Giving me a hostile glare, her nostrils flare. “Was I supposed to just let those military freaks take me to ‘casino jail’ or whatever the hell you call this?” She asks, trying to break my hold and angling her face away from mine, leaning backwards. “I just wanted into your stupid club. No need to send your goons to catch me.”

“Did nothing wrong? The police would call pepper spraying an innocent bystander 'assault', firecracker,” I point out, ghosting my lips along the tendons of her neck, pushing my body into hers until I can feel the tips of her breasts press against my stomach. By now, she has to feel the length of my rock-hard erection against her. “Not to mention, you attempted to enter my club as a minor, with a fake ID." I pause as if thinking about the circumstances. "Well, that’s, at minimum, a misdemeanor.”

Shamelessly, without breaking eye contact with her, I graze one hand inside the edge of her dress, finding the soft skin of her breast because she isn’t wearing a bra, then gently caress her pert nipple. She doesn’t stop me, so I give the small bud a light pinch, causing her to gasp. She’s fighting her arousal, biting her lip to keep from moaning, trying to resist.

I grit my teeth in frustration; it would be so much easier if she’d accept the inevitable. She needs to stop fighting this and know that eventually she’s going to surrender her sweet, innocent pussy to me making her mine in every sense of the word.

“What? Are you going to press assault charges on me? Send me to jail?” She mocks, avoiding meeting my eyes while she tries to ignore her reaction to my touch.

I grasp her chin, forcing her gaze up to meet mine once again. “I have grounds to file several charges at this point.” Caressing her lower lip with my thumb, I press my body against hers, deliberately grinding my thick length into her. “It’s the law. What other option do I have, firecracker?”

What a joke. When has the law ever mattered to me or my family?

“Then go ahead and do it!” she demands, pushing against my chest in an attempt to gain some space. “Just fucking do it already. I don’t want to play your stupid games anymore!"

"I want to go home.” She says in a rare, vulnerable moment, her lip trembling. Her young age never more apparent.

Done with being patient, I shift my hands, grasping her face, and threading my fingers through her hair. I tilt her head for better access and hold her still so I can stoop down to claim her lips in a searing kiss. She resists briefly, then softens slightly. Her pink lips opening to the pressure, our kiss long and deep. Her tongue slowly beginning to duel with mine, as she teases and nips, which is surprisingly aggressive for someone as innocent as Abbie. It’s as if she is searching for dominance because she doesn't want me to be in charge.

As if I’m going to let that happen.There will only be one dominant in our relationship. Me.

Her arms slowly wind around my waist, sliding under my suit jacket and stroking my back. I can feel the moment she begins to surrender as she tilts her head back, arching her body into mine. Reaching down, I glide both hands up her thighs, grasping them, pulling them apart and placing her firmly on the metal table behind her. My aching cock is now at the right height to drive into the soft, damp cotton covering her pussy, making her gasp.

I reach up to circle one hand around her throat, enjoying the image of my dark, tattooed skin against the fragile paleness of hers. My other hand is gently pushing aside the fabric of her dress, framing her breasts to my hungry gaze. I’m salivating to get my mouth on them. I knew they would be beautiful, but they are magnificent. Large and round, with the right amount of natural curve that no plastic surgeon could ever duplicate. These are also mine. Mine to mark, and mine to tease. The mere thought causes my balls to ache and pre cum to drip from my cock.

My tongue traces a path from the top of one white globe to tease the small bud, now swollen with need. I suck the pink nipple in my mouth, tugging and causing her to moan in pleasure.

Fuck me. If I don’t stop now, I won’t ever stop. Selfishly, I also know I can’t step away without finding out what her intoxicating, innocent pussy tastes like. I want to leave this room with her juices on my lips and her scent covering my face. I hope she's ready for this, but again, I'm done with being patient. The idea of being the first to taste her innocence and make her come on my mouth nearly causes my dick to explode.

She doesn’t stop me when I slide her dress up, exposing her curvy hips and her pussy covered by a mere slip of innocent cotton panties. Groaning, I continue to fondle a taut nipple with one hand, while the other spreads her legs wider, allowing me to gaze down at the gift spread before me.

“Chord…,” she moans and I’m not sure if it's a half-hearted protest or begging for more. For Abbie to be moaning my name, I know she must be drunk on her arousal and desperately needing satisfaction to soothe the ache within her.

I gently push her back, leaning down, using one hand to hold her hip, while my tongue scorches a path over the damp cotton of her panties. I can smell her arousal, because she’s drenched the soft material. Taking a moment, my nose nudges the fabric, deeply inhaling her sweet scent. I want this memory to stay with me forever. Gently, I begin to lick her slit through the fabric, lavishing my attention on the bundle of nerves controlling her pleasure.

“Oh, my God, wh … what are you doing to me?” She’s confused by her intense need and her conflicted feelings towards me. I know she desires me. She also resents my controlling nature. Her desire is winning her inner battle at this point, and she’s overwhelmed. “I can’t…” Her moan drifts off as if she has forgotten what she was protesting. She falls back completely on the table in acceptance.

“Shhhhh…,” I whisper, nipping at the soft skin of her thigh. “Let it happen Abbie. Let me taste your sweet pussy and give you pleasure. Quit thinking so much.” My hand continues to stroke and pinch her nipple while the other is pinning her to the table, controlling the frantic movements of her hips. "Just surrender to the moment. Let me make you come on my tongue." I lavish her clit with attention, sucking in a rhythmic pattern, which causes her to gasp. Her legs wrap around my shoulders and begin to tremble uncontrollably.

“Please, Chord…,” she begs loudly. “I need … I need…” She’s unable to finish the thought as her legs stiffen and she arches her back, shoving and grinding her clit into my mouth as she implodes on my tongue, juices flooding my mouth.

“That’s my good girl," I soothe her, kissing the inside of her thigh as she begins to settle. "You can be such a good girl when you choose to be, firecracker,” Seeing an opportunity, I suck at the smooth skin, leaving my mark. I’m a territorial bastard. She’ll know when she sees this, if she doesn’t already, she’s been claimed by me.

Finally, I allow her to sit up, helping her adjust her dress to cover her breasts and her pussy. She tucks her head into my neck, embarrassed by her reaction and the fact she allowed me to make her come. My arms wrap around her, one hand grips her neck, holding her to me, taking a moment to just enjoy her submission and the intimacy we shared. It was beyond my wildest dreams. I need more of this. I need more Abbie.

Relaxing my grip, I tuck a tendril of her auburn locks behind her ear in a tender gesture. “I’m a gambler, little one. My life is all about games, taking risks.” I place a soft kiss on her temple, then release her. She straightens, refusing to make eye contact as she slides off the table and fixes her clothing. It’s adorable. I like this version of Abbie as well as the stubborn one. My kitten apparently just needs to come in order to be tamed.

Moving to lean against the wall at the other side of the room, because if I don't put some distance between us, I may just take her virginity on a cold, metal table in this barren space with concrete walls. My girl deserves so much better than that for her first time. I adjust my suit coat in an effort to appear unaffected, as though her juices and scent aren’t still on my lips, and I cut to the chase.

“I’m willing to make a bet with you.”

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