Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(125)

When I turn to face him, I keep my hands covering my breasts, hiding my  hard nipples from him. One by one, I peel my fingers off, and I can't  help but grin as my eyes find something bulging between his legs. It  seems that my curiosity was well founded; what he's hiding underneath  his pants seems to be at least as impressive as what he had under his  shirt …  If this wasn't work, I'd want nothing more than go down on my  knees, unbutton his pants and …  God, my mind is wandering off again.  Fuck, I have a job to do here.

"You want me, don't you?" I purr, allowing my fingers to go down my  stomach; when my fingertips meet my waistline, I move my hands to my  hips and then hook my fingers on the fabric of the dress. Moving my  hips, I pull it down and let it fall at my feet in a heap. "Cat got your  tongue?" I ask him, taking one step toward him. His eyes are wide, and  his lips slightly parted, almost as if he couldn't hide how much he  wants to fit them around my nipples. Well, I might just let him do it.

"You sure are a confident one," he tells me, slowly pronouncing each  word. I guess it must be hard for him to think straight when I'm half  naked in front of him.

"You have no idea." Wearing only my black lace thong and high heels, I  saunter over to him and turn on my heels once more. Facing away from  him, I bend over and wrap my fingers around my ankles. He has a good  view of my ass, and that's enough for him to drop down all resistance;  unable to restrain himself, he places both his hands on my ass cheeks,  squeezing them eagerly.

He's falling for it; a few more minutes and he won't remember any of the  other girls. But that doesn't leave me satisfied …  More than beating the  field, I want to leave a lasting mark on him. One that he won't forget  anytime soon.

Moving as slowly as I can, I straighten my back and go up to my feet;  then, without even bothering to look over my shoulder, I ease myself  down. As I sit on his lap, I place both my hands on his knees and start  to sway my hips from side to side. Oh, God-I have to close my eyes and  exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock pressing against me. Even though  there's still a barrier of fabric between him and I, I can already feel  something very thick and very long pulsing for me …  I have to be honest; I  don't know what would happen if we were alone right now. I don't think  I'd be able to control myself. No way; as professional as I am, a woman  can only endure so much.

As I grind against his hard cock, he places his hands on my hips and  pulls me in. I can't help but gasp as I feel his thickness nestled  between my ass cheeks; my heart is beating furiously, and I don't even  know if I'm the one seducing him right now, of if he's the one ensaring  me. As I expected, I'm doing way better than the others, but I can't  risk showing him my hand. I have to keep him interested.

I know that I need to pull myself together, but that's almost impossible  when I'm sitting on his lap, his hard cock pulsing against me …  It  doesn't matter, I'm here to win, whether I'm focused or not.  Relinquishing control, I surrender to the whirlwind of desire raging  inside of me.

"Don't be shy," I whisper, and then grab his hands and bring them up to  my tits. Gently, he rests his fingers over my mounds and squeezes them. I  have to fight back against the urge to moan as I lay my hands on top of  his and force him to squeeze harder. All the while, I keep grinding  against him, the rhythm of my movements growing and growing into a fury.

"I don't even know what shy means," he whispers, pinching one hard  nipple between his thumb and index finger. I close my eyes for a whole  second, a subtle moan escaping from between my lips. Then, grabbing one  of his hands, I force him to slide it from my tits to my stomach, and  then further down until I feel his fingertips touching my thong. I know  he expects me to guide his hand all the way to my pussy, so I do the  opposite; moving fast, I push both his hands to the side and go up to my  feet.

"You like to tease, don't you?" he asks me, and I can see a fire behind  his eyes. If we were alone right now, he'd have me pinned against the  wall before I could even blink, and he'd just flick my thong to the side  and fuck me like that. I have to be honest, that sounds like a good  idea.

"I prefer to do other things," I say, turning to face him. Lifting one  leg up, I place the heel of my shoe right between his legs, dangerously  close to his cock. "If you know what I mean."

Never taking my eyes off of his, I let the tension build between the two  of us, and then I finally take my foot off of his chair. Then, my  eyelids drooping, I place my straight arms over his shoulders and sit on  him again, straddling him. This time I'm facing him, so I press my  forehead against his and open my eyes.

Our mouths are so close that I can feel his hard breathing. All we need  is a gentle push and we'll kiss. I almost go for it, but that's not what  I'm here for; I'm here to seduce him, to leave him wanting more, so  much more …  As much as I want to kiss him, to surrender myself into his  arms, I slap desire across the face and take back the reins.

"You have no idea what's going through my head right now," he whispers,  his eyes going straight to my lips. He wants it as much as I do, that  much I can see.

"Does it have anything to do with this hard cock of yours?" I ask him,  pressing my pussy harshly against the thick shape in his pants. It has  to be at least 12 inches long. Christ Almighty.

"It has everything to do with it," he continues, and I feel a growing  wetness between my thighs. Fuck, I'm this close to unbuttoning his  pants, pushing my thong to the side and easing myself down on his cock. I  came here to seduce, and I end up being seduced; this isn't going to be  an easy job for me to pull.

"What makes you think that I'm interested in your hard cock?" I continue  swaying my hips in a coming and going motion, my pussy pressed tight  against his crotch. He's breathing hard now, but he still has that  defiant grin on his face.

"I know what you're thinking, Brittney …  It's written all over your  face," he says, and then leans in and whispers against my ear. "You want  me to pin you against that wall, to push your thong down your legs and  then …  You want me to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

An almost too violent shiver goes up my spine as his words float inside  my head. It's almost as if he could read my mind. Am I being this  obvious?

"You're wrong about one thing," I whisper back, trying to hide the  anxiety in my voice. "If anything, I'd be the one fucking you like  you've never been fucked before … " If he thinks I'm going to roll over  and allow myself to be won over by his words, he's dead wrong. I know  how to talk back-and besides, my words are not empty …  I mean what I say.         

     



 

"You talk a lot …  I'm not sure if there's any weight behind your words."

There he goes again, almost as if I he can look straight into my head  and read what I'm hiding there. As he speaks, there's a mischievous  glint in his eyes; he's teasing me, trying to sink his own hooks into  me.

"I always mean what I say... But, as much as you want to fuck me right  now …  And I know you do …  This is just an audition," I purr, the movement  of my hips contradicting the words in my lips. This is everything but an  audition, my body seems to say.

I grin, satisfied at the raging desire I see burning in his eyes. He  leans in, his parted lips going straight for one hard nipple, but I move  fast, tangling my fingers in his hair, I grab him and force him to  throw his head back.

"You have to behave," I tell him, my words like a moan as I start to furiously grind against him. "We're not alone, you know?"

"Fuck that," he breathes out, and tries to fight back against the hold I have on him. "I do what I want."

"Maybe … " I lean into him, my lips almost touching his. "But I'm the one  in control here. Not you. This is my audition, remember?" I tell him, my  words serving as a reminder to both of us. This is an audition, just an  audition, I tell myself over and over again. My own thoughts sound like  a lie, though-the way he looks at me, the way his parted lips seem to  ache for a kiss …  Oh, this is everything but a regular audition.

"Yes, it's your audition. And you're here to impress me," he continues  to tease me, trying to make me lose all control. He's a dangerous man to  fool around with, that much is certain; step too close to the fire, and  you get burned for your troubles.

"Oh, you're telling me you're not impressed yet?" With both my hands on  his shoulder, I push his shirt down his arms, and then run my fingertips  over the firm contour of his pectorals. I slow down the movement of my  hips, and lean back just enough for me to place my hand against his  abdominal wall. His abs are like steel, their perfect outline like  something out of a wild (and definitely very wet) dream. As my fingers  slide down his abs, I finally reach his pants and grab at them. I lock  eyes with them, and then pull as harshly as I can. All the buttons pop  out at the same time, and I hear him exhale sharply.