Page 112 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
"There's no one else here, Keira."
"Well, I wasn't looking at anything. I mean, you just took your pants off in my apartment and I barely know you. I didn't mean to look. Not that it's not worth looking at. I'm sure it's very nice." I could feel my face turning red.
"Nice, huh? You're not going to think it's nice when it's spreading your tight pussy wider than it's ever been."
Did he seriously just say that to me?I gulped. His dirty words seemed to have a direct line to my groin. I could feel my panties getting damp. I crossed my legs. I had only been with three men. And they had all been my boyfriends. Why was I so turned on bythis sexy stranger? He was supposed to be helping me out with Rory, not trying to seduce me.
"Now let's get that bra off." Connor rubbed his hands together before dealing out the next hand.
I could feel my heart racing. I glanced down at my cards. Three of a kind. I could work with this. I put one card face down and waited for Connor to hand me a new one off the top of the deck. He was staring intently at his cards. He exchanged one of his cards and then handed me a new one.
Four of a kind!
"Sorry, Connor, but I think I've got you again. Four jacks." I fanned my cards out for him.
"I feel like you're cheating."
"Right, because I desperately want to see you naked."
"Well, go ahead." Connor stood up. His erection was definitely visible now.
"Look, we barely know each other. And I'm kind of tired. And we've both had too much to drink. Let's just call it a night."
"We're about to know each other real well." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection. I couldn't help but wrap my hand around his cock. I had never felt one so massive before.
"Let me help you out," he said, and pulled his boxers down. I moved my hand away and watched his cock stand to attention.When I didn't move, Connor took a step toward me, grabbed my ass and lifted me onto the poker table. His cock was pressed firmly against my stomach.
Holy shit.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilted my head back, and kissed me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth, possessing me.How many millions of times had he done this before?
"Connor," I pushed on his chest.This isn't me.I don't do one night stands.
He ran his index finger along the top of my panty line. I felt my hips rise off the table.
What am I doing?
His other hand spread my thighs apart. He pressed his palm against my clit again and another moan escaped from my lips. I couldn't help it. I hadn't had sex in months.
"Fuck, you're so wet. You're dripping through your thong."
"We shouldn't be doing this."
"Is there something that you want?" he asked, ignoring me. Somehow, even though he was the one that was naked in my apartment, he seemed to have all the power. "Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"
I whimpered at his dirty words.
He leaned on top of me, pressing his erection against my stomach again. "Trust me, this will definitely make Rory jealous," he whispered in my ear. "He's going to be so pissed that he didn't get you first."
"Get me first?" I slid away from Connor's hands, knocking a few beer bottles off the table.
Connor shrugged. "Yeah. Isn't that what you want? For him to be jealous?"
"Who are you guys? What, do you just pass women around like objects?"Are these guys prostitutes?! Does that make me a prostitute? Shit!I ungracefully climbed off the table.
"You're not seriously going to leave me like this?" He gestured to his massive erection.
I stared at it for a second and then tried to focus my eyes on the poker table. "Thank you, for, er...well, an interesting night. But I'm not interested in being whatever it is you think I am."
