The Mafia Billionaire King Chose Me

~Liya He threw away his drink. So did I. He refilled our glasses. My eyes moved slightly as I drank down the fierce liquid and the bar band muted before a loud drum roll. After drinking two strong vodka shots, I was finally prepared to commence my night afresh as I let the stranger guide me to the dance floor. We both followed the unhurried beat of the music with my leg wrapping his thigh while his crotch nudged in-depth into my belly. I stretched out my hand all over his upper body beginning from the back of his neck, to his hair, his chest, and lastly, his waistline. I pushed closer into his erection which stimulated a hiss and an eye roll from him. His leafy eyes got darker and I could see it filled with lust and his breath got solemn and hotter. His hands fondled my lower body from my waist downwards as though it were owned by him. Again, I bit my lips and moaned. "If you do that again, I'll spank your soft ass and then make love to you right on the floor of this club and then make you bend on the counter while I adorn you from behind" There was something about each word he said that told me he was absolutely going to do everything, he meant every single one. I munched on my lips as I gazed down at his lip, making sure I looked very s****l as I did it. This man right here was everything I was intimidated about but just glancing at him made me want to get spread. I was too turned on to think too much about it or talk myself out of it. We prevailed upon ourselves from side to side as we were each lost in our thinkings. I moved up my head and saw him gazing at me. His stare was so intense that it made me drained. Impulsively, I used the tip of my tongue to moisturize my dried lips and then I sucked them in to give them some dampness, but in perking up, the stranger's form were widened with a gloom of something I could not totally explain, and then he reduced his height down to give me a kiss. It was a delicate and tender kiss from the beginning. It tasted like the lime and salt from the shots we had just drunk. That wavering spice of the flavors from our drinks vanished as I tasted his tongue and proposed my tongue to him for sampling. We smooched as if one of us, or both of us, had required mouth-to-mouth respiration. I was unsteady in my high heels. My legs hurt. My heart ached and was pressing extremely in my chest like champagne protuberances. He looked straight into my eyes, staring at me deeply. I figured out what he was thinking instantly. I was thinking the same thing. The closeness we immediately shared made my pulse race so fast "Your place?" he raised a question, holding up my chin. He knew what he was doing and he had me exactly where he desired. Although I was skeptical and trying to make myself think straight, I muttered almost immediately. "Sure" **** The light on my bedside was owned by my godmother... hahaha, she was not a pixie. It is an art-deco sculpture of a personal stallion in the shape of steel-aluminum. There was an old customary chair, two leather colander chairs, and a sketch of a pixie on the wall. I could have sworn that I had every corner of the room memorized. But right now, It skimmed as if it were sexily diverse. I pouted my lips. He grinned in the most sexy way I have ever seen. His smile just became my favorite part of this whole thing we were having now. "They are ravishing." I ran my tongue in and around them. They felt moisturized on the surface. "Do you really mean that?" I questioned "I wouldn't say it if I didn't. And alluring too" now I was confused. My room was titillating? "How?" I asked, staring at the corners of my room trying to capture every single detail. "You. Your body. Your lips. Your gazes. The keenness of your tongue... They are seductive. You are sexy" he let out invitingly, as if he wished for his point to strike everything in my body and it did. I felt captivating, beautiful. I couldn't tell if it was the quantity of liquor I put in my system but this man was effortlessly relieving me of the pain I was feeling. I glimpsed at him and were convinced he was rather good-looking in that tousled neck-length, dark wolf cut hair, sharp-jawed-needed-a-shave style in a way; small gloomy eyes full of secrets, secrets I was curious to unravel, dark but enchanting, broad shoulders blanketed in tattoos, dark tattoos and swarmed in a shirt double size too big for him. There would be enough space to stretch out my hand through, I thought… Viscous full lips that were narrowly parted and brawny arms that could effortlessly lift and pin me against the wall and hefty, worked out athletic thighs to seal me in a position, a strong waistline nudged into my groin…the list was endless, I could go on and on about this stranger but it finishes off with the pleasing piece of his nine inches dense pointer flesh and two-palms-joined- to be competent to keep up its thickness. Check! "You could touch them too, you know?" He asked, but before I could say anything, he was literally at my face bearing in all my oxygen. He pulled me closer to him, cramming his hands against my back. I was tangled, enclosed, gathered up, and safeguarded. I felt with this stranger. Our heads accommodated each other, and our lips pushed in for a second tasting,unhurried, more passionate, intentional, and real. His hands glided under my short skirt, and the thing that went through my head was: oh, God, I wish I was not putting on tights. I wiggled free and pulled him towards the bedroom where I turned on the lamp. I lugged him over to my large bed. He took hold of me. He prodded his teeth against my neck, just mild and I almost forgot to inhale and exhale when I felt the sensation put in me. I am a give-it-to-me kind of girl and I enjoyed how he was providing to me all-the right amount of bliss and pleasure my body could take and a slight extra to have me hovering on air, with his coarse big hands gummed to my lower back as my anchor, my guide, and my compassion. He nudged into me. Ha, I could grope his stale flesh of nine-inch surging against my tummy, pressing at me like the head of a kitty moving at a closed door. I drove my tongue over the strands of his chin, his neck, his chest, and his collarbone. He laid off my ass as I slided down to my knees. I patiently unhooked his belt, unbuttoned the buttons on his weaved velvet, and pulled out his boxers. I loved lagging, sensual, yet rigid and deliberative f**k. Rough shoving into my hole was always it for me. His c**k was direct, firm and, in the faded light of the lamp, the head was pink-like and moisturized with gleaming wetness just like his beautiful lips. I sucked the cap and steered my fingers over the feeling. He moaned. He loosened up, it felt so majestic ally sensual being down on my knees like this and I wanted to take him all in whole like I'd do to a dipped strawberry dripping with cream. The unknown man scrutinized me and smiled in his full glory. The moonlight blazing from the window outlet was a thrill to his attributes. It gave him the same aesthetic honey conveys bto pancakes and even more startlingly, he scented like one, A hot chocolate pancake covered in honey. "You taste like a pancake”I rolled, his d**k still in my mouth filling every inch. "Yeah, I just had some and it might be you" he responded and a burning pool of syrupy fluid accumulated at my center. He had done absolutely nothing to me yet I was battling to keep my water pot from shattering. “Wait until I start to f**k your pussy...or not" he sneered as he began to f**k my mouth. His fingers are playing with my n*****s as he does this. Oh precious lord Jesus. "f**k please..." I whined as the remainder of my words vanished in my throat. "Please what?" "Please f**k me" "Not yet, angel" he said and rubbed my lips with his thumbs.