Page 21 of The Billionaire's Engagement

He got up and sighed.

We headed onto the dance floor and draped my arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around my waist and I started to sway my hips, our eyes locked. His eyes deepened with an intensity, swirled with lust in his eyes. I spun around, pressing my back against the front of his body, and danced seductively. I felt a bulge press against my lower back and I smirked.

“You’re getting me horny, baby,” he whispered in my ear, his breath tickling.

I spun back around to face him and he pulled me closer until there was barely any space between us. I leaned up on my tiptoes and brought him down to my level, leaning into his ear.

“How about we go back to the room and I give you a private dance?” I asked, to which he grabbed my hand, us quickly leaving the wedding to our room.

I entered the room, going straight to the living room, and Hudson followed from behind. I spun around, gesturing for him to come closer. I grasped his hands and guided him to sit on the couch, then played a slow, sensual song on my phone. Hudson’s eyes focused on me then trailed down my body as I started to sway my hips and dance seductively to the music.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he growled.

I looked down to his groin and there was an apparent bulge growing, showing the effect I had on him. I reached behind me, slowly unzipping my dress, then let the dress fall down my body and pool around my feet. I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath this dress, so all I was left wearing was my lace thong.

His eyes blazed with hunger, penetrating and dark. He licked his lips as his gaze lowered to my tits, my nipples hardening under his gaze. I swayed my hips, spun around with my back facing him, then sat on his lap, grinding against his hard on. He grunted as my ass rocked along his erection, his hands on my hips. I got up, twisted around, then lowered between his spread legs, grasping onto the waistband of his pants. I undid his belt, the metal jingling, then undid the fly of his pants. He lifted his hips as I pulled his pants and boxer briefs down and off his legs, freeing his cock. He stroked his cock slowly and deliberately.

I replaced his hand with mine, stroking him up and down his hard length. Pre-cum beaded from his tip, my tongue sweeping across my lips. I leaned forward, licking off the pre-cum, the salty flavor hitting my tongue before I swirled around the mushroom head of his cock.

He groaned as I wrapped my lips around the bulb then lowered down, taking him deep. Over the last week, I’ve learned what he liked, how to best give him pleasure. My throat relaxed, taking his cock until the tip touched the back of my throat. A low rumble resonated in his chest. I licked and sucked his erection, loving the way he groaned and grunted because of me.

“Fuuuck,” he said breathy.

I bobbed my head up and down his cock, my hands moving in tandem, stroking his shaft and spreading my saliva around it. He ran his hands through my hair, pushing my head down until I gagged. He groaned as I breathed through my nose. Then he let up and I retreated, gasping for air. I did that a couple more times before I moved my head faster, feeling his cock swell in my mouth. I knew he was getting close to reaching his climax.

“Fuck, baby. Daddy’s going to come. I want you to swallow every drop, my dirty little girl. Understand?” he growled.

My eyes flicked up meeting his and I murmured my response as his cock was stuffed inside my mouth. Then he pushed my head down one last time, ropes of his warm cum going down the back of my throat, his eyes rolling back. I swallowed, contracting around his dick, and he hissed. He loosened his hands and assisted me off of him. I opened my mouth, showing him that I swallowed his cum.

“That’s my good girl. Now sit on my face and I’ll reward you.” He smirked.

I gave a mischievous grin, ready to get rewarded by my sexy silver fox.

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HUDSON

This woman was so fucking sexy and knew how to please me. I loved how she followed instructions and swallowed every drop of my cum. She was such a good girl.My very good dirty girl.What was I thinking? She’s not mine after tomorrow night. When she did her private strip tease for me, I thought I’d come in my pants right then and there like a teenage boy watching porn for the first time. She looked at me as if I was the only man in the world for her.I wished I was.

I pulled her toward me, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her thong then pulled it down, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and I helped her onto the couch. My hands ran up the back of her thighs, cupping her ass and squeezing, then guided her until her pussy was over my mouth.

I smelled her arousal, my cock stirring back to life again. This gorgeous vixen was the only one who could get me hard soon after coming despite my age. Mila’s pussy was dripping wet and I licked my lips before licking up her slick slit, relishing in her sweet taste.

“Oh, Hudson,” she mewled, her sensual sounds ingrained in my head.

I wanted to be the only one to hear her call my name and see her like this.

My tongue lapped around her pussy, trying to get into every crevice of my delicious treat. I grabbed her hips, keeping her still, her moans getting louder. My mouth clamped around her pussy, sucking her off. I found her sensitive nub and flicked it with quick, short strokes before sucking on her clit. I devoured her like it was my last meal on Earth.

“I’m going to come, baby,” she whimpered, her hands fisting my hair.

I growled, the sound vibrating onto her pussy, then she came all over my tongue. I lapped up every single drop of it.

As she came down her high, I assisted her until she was straddling me, my cock hard and aching and nestled between her folds.

“I need to fuck you, baby,” I gritted.

“Take me. I’m yours,” she said.

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