Alpha Billionaire, Part I(12)

"I want my dance." He grinned at me and pressed something on his nightstand. All of a sudden music started playing and the lights dimmed. I heard Nat King Cole's Unforgettable playing and I sat up slowly. I laughed at his choice of music. Most men would have gone with some sort of R&B or rock for a strip dance, not an older, much more sentimental song. The room was silent aside from the music as we both sat there. Grant's gaze was full of desire and patience as I stared at him not knowing what to do. I felt slightly self-conscious. Here I was, sitting almost na**d and there he was, looking hot and hard, waiting for me. A part of me wondered exactly how this had happened? Hadn't this been what I'd been trying to avoid by taking over for Hailey for the night? I'd been worried that a guy was going to expect more with a dance. Now here I was, willingly giving myself to a man I'd met at the party. The man who had been the bachelor at the party. What if he'd been lying? What if he really was getting married? Would that make me a slut and a home wrecker? I bit my lower lip, almost willing him to tell me to hurry up, but he said nothing as the song continued to play. We just sat there staring at each other. Then I remembered my last relationship. How boring and staid it had been. How my last boyfriend had been a five minute and no foreplay sort of guy. How he hadn't cared about my needs and how I'd wished for a more adventurous mate. How I'd secretly always wanted the job that Hailey had. How I'd wanted to explore my sexuality more. And now, here I was. I had ample opportunity to do something I'd never thought I'd ever do. I knew in that moment that I was going to go through with it. I knew that my body and brain both wanted this. I shivered in excitement as I realized that I was about to have a one-night stand with the sexiest man I'd ever met in my life. A bell rang in my head for a few seconds as I wondered if that meant I was a whore? If he offered me the five grand or more, I was pretty sure I would take it, but not because I wanted the money for the sex, but more for the dance. A part of me wasn't sure if there was a difference. A part of me wondered if I was just trying to make myself feel better. If I had sex with him and then accepted money, would that make me a prostitute? My body warmed at the thought as I bit down on my lower lip, deep in thought.


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"A penny for them?" He asked softly, interrupting my internal debate.

"Sorry what?" I looked up at him, my ni**les hard as he stared at them.

"You look to be deep in thought. Maybe I can help?"

"I just … " I started and stopped. How could I explain my external dilemma without ruining the mood? I really couldn't. I shook my head and stood up. "I was just hoping you'd change the music." I asked softly as I walked towards him with a small smile. "I'd like something I can move my h*ps to, not something that I'd hear at the end of a romance movie."

"Oh?" He grinned as I stopped in front of him.

"This isn't exactly a romance movie." I smiled awkwardly, staring down at his huge bulge.

"Depends on what you classify as romance." He shrugged and tapped something on the table. All of a sudden the music changed and I heard Usher's melodic voice telling me that I had it bad. I smiled at Grant again and started swaying my h*ps back and forth in front of him. His eyes darkened as he realized the dance had started once again. I turned around and positioned myself on his lap and started moving back and forth in beat to the music. A few seconds later, he grabbed me around the waist and adjusted my position on his lap, so that I was grinding directly on his hard cock. I felt my panties growing wet as his c**k pressed into my pu**y as if it were trying to break through the barriers. His hands circled my waist as I moved, guiding my h*ps back and forth as I danced on him. Then they moved up to my br**sts, his fingers squeezing my ni**les hard as he played with my br**sts. I increased the intensity of my dance, while I moved and I moaned as I felt his c**k against my panties. He had pulled it out, without my noticing and it was thick and hard between my legs. His breathing behind me was low and hard and I could feel that his chest was now hot against my back as he pulled me towards him and kissed the side of my neck.

His fingers slipped from my br**sts and back down my stomach until they were slipping into my panties and he was rubbing my cl*t urgently. I knew he could feel my wetness against his fingers because I came slightly as he slipped a finger inside of me. I closed my eyes and focused on the pleasure soaring through my body and moved my h*ps even faster. Grant lifted me up slightly and I felt his fingers slipping my panties to the side as he lowered me down onto his cock. He entered me hard and fast and I cried out as I found myself no longer dancing on his lap, but dancing with him inside of me. My body cried out in ecstasy at the feel of him, hard, masculine, taking and I rocked on him urgently, needing to feel a full release. Grant grunted behind me as he continued rubbing my clit. Everything seemed so surreal as I continued to dance and f**k him at the same time.