Page 36 of Owned By a Billionaire

I went to turn on the lamp when she stopped me. “Oh?” I asked. “We’re to be in the dark?”

“There’s enough light.”

She took off her dark glasses, but I still couldn’t really see her eyes.

I went to remove her jacket when she slapped my hand.

“Don’t,” she snapped.

“Um… I thought you invited me here to fuck.”

“I might have just wanted the company.” She picked up a bottle of gin.

“At least take off the coat. Let me look at you.”

“I’m not sure if you’re my type,” she said in a thick cockney accent.

The pulsating red-and-yellow neon sign from outside tinged her face with a warm red glow before the hardness of yellow showered her heavily made-up face.

She didn’t move as my lips connected to the nape of her neck, the taste of perfume bouncing off my tongue.

I removed her jacket, and it fell to the ground. She was dressed in a tight mini and a low-cut, fitted blouse, and as I went to fondle her breasts, she slapped me.

“Don’t touch.”

I nearly laughed but kept my cool.

In response, I ran my hands up her legs and groped her ass instead. She had my type of curves. Enough flesh to rub against. I wasn’t a fan of skinny women. The gym had reshaped their figures. I preferred soft, full curves, and this woman had plenty.

I wanted to be inside her, to ride her hard.

I ran my finger over the crotch of her panties and discovered it soaking wet. She had the same idea, it appeared.

Or so I thought. Turning to face me, she pushed me away. “No.”

“You’re making me fucking hot for you.”

She shrugged. “That’s your problem.”

“That’s not what I’m feeling.” I touched her lace panties again.

“How do you know you’re my first?” She smirked.

I removed some crumpled notes from my pocket and tossed them on the table. “Then just let me rub against those big tits.”

Her head tilted, and the flashing light on her face showed me a woman riddled with contradiction.

“You want this.” I pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly. Her wide mouth allowed my tongue in before she pushed me away.

Getting these little tastes proved a torturous form of foreplay, but it was thrilling, especially after copping a feel of her drenched panties.

“Who else have you fucked tonight?” I asked, rubbing my body against hers.

“None of your fucking business.” She shrugged out of my hold.

“Then why are you here?”

“Make up your own story.”

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