Page 32 of The Perfect Bargain

“Nice to meet you, Eric,” I replied, my gaze locking onto his. There was something about him, a commanding presence that set him apart from the rest. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

Eric’s smile widened a hint of mischief in his eyes. “We’re celebrating our latest win. Thought we could use some company.”

I raised an eyebrow, playing along. “Celebrating, huh? And what exactly does that entail?”

He chuckled, his hand reaching out to lightly brush my arm. “A little bit of everything. Drinks, conversation… a little tossing and turning if you’re up for it.”

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “I think I can handle that.”

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the guys,” Eric said, taking me further into the room. I didn’t miss the way the guys devoured me with their eyes, and I wasn’t mad about it at all. I loved being the center of attention, especially in a room full of handsome men.

“God, you’re hot,” a tanned man sitting on the couch said as he took a large gulp of his beer.

I smiled, letting my gaze linger on him. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”

Eric guided me to a plush armchair, and I settled into it gracefully, crossing my legs. The players gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

“So, Carmen, what do you like to do for fun?” one of them asked, a playful smirk on his lips.

I leaned back, letting my gaze sweep over the room. “Oh, I have a few hobbies,” I said coyly. “But I have a feeling tonight might introduce me to some new ones.”

The guys laughed, the sound rich and inviting. I felt the tension ease, the initial nerves melting away as I engaged in banter and flirtation. Drinks flowed, and the atmosphere grew warmer, more intimate.

Eric remained close, his hand occasionally brushing mine, sending sparks of electricity through me.

“You’ve got good taste, Eric,” one of the players said, raising his glass in a toast. “Carmen’s a keeper.”

“She sure is,” Eric agreed, his eyes never leaving mine.

The night wore on, and the playful touches grew bolder. Eric’s arm slipped around my shoulders, pulling me closer, while another player’s hand rested on my thigh, his thumb stroking the fabric of my dress.

I could feel the heat building, a simmering tension that made my pulse race. The way they looked at me, touched me—it was intoxicating.

“So, Carmen,” Eric whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Ready for a little more excitement?”

I turned to face him, my lips inches from his. “Absolutely,” I whispered back.

With that, Eric stood, taking my hand and pulling me up with him. “Gentlemen, shall we kick this party up a notch?”

The room erupted in cheers and laughter, and I was led to the king-sized bed in the center of the suite. The anticipation was real, and my heart pounded in my chest. Eric guided me to the bed, his hands sliding down my arms as the other players gathered around. The tanned man from earlier approached, his eyes dark with desire.

“May I?” he asked, his hand hovering near my waist.

I nodded, my breath hitching as he touched me, his fingers slipping under the hem of my dress. Eric’s hands joined his, and together they lifted the fabric, revealing my lacy underwear.

“God, you’re stunning,” Eric murmured, his hands roaming over my curves.

The tanned man’s lips found my neck, trailing hot kisses down to my collarbone. I moaned softly, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. More hands joined in, exploring, teasing, making me feel worshipped and desired.

“Let’s see just how much fun we can have,” Eric whispered, his voice thrilled me. He kissed me, hard and fast and our tongues danced together perfectly before his lips moved down to my neck and then my breasts. “Marcus, taste that pussy,” he says, motioning to the tanned man from earlier. I noticed the rest of the team, gathered all around him wasted no time in pushing down their pants and stroking their dicks, watching as their friends devoured me.

“Look how wet she is,” he marveled, his breath hot against my skin. Marcus was quick to comply, kneeling between my thighs, his hands skimming up my legs. He pressed his lips to my inner thigh, his tongue tracing a slow, torturous path up to my core. My head fell back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping my lips as he tasted me. His mouth was skilled and hungry, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Just when I was about to moan from the pleasure Eric thrust his now fully erect cock in my mouth. As his hands found my hair I could feel the tip of his dick touching the back of my throat. As soon as I felt the first drop of precum dripping into my mouth, I began swallowing, trying to get every drop. As his balls slapped against my chin, he groaned, the sound making me even wetter.

Marcus continued to eat my pussy, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud and making me arch back with pleasure. My hands wandered over the chiseled bodies surrounding me, taking turns stroking cocks.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” one of the guys groaned.

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