Let's Get Tempted: A Collection Of 50 Erotica short stories

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CHAPTER TWO

DAMIEN

The tip of my c**k was still glistening with pre c*m, my hands still resting on the base of it when I heard a knock.

I chuckled.

I know it was her, no one else has the audacity to pound on a billionaire's penthouse door like they were collecting rent.

Tucking my c**k back into my pants, still half hard and throbbing from watching her squirt all over that glass, I opened the door. She stood wrapped in that silk robe, the piece of material doing little to nothing to hide her figure.

Her brown skin glistened with oil as her chest still heaved. And her eyes? f**k! Those blue eyes were shining with hunger.

She glanced down at my still hard c**k. “You've been watching me,” she said, slowly removing her eyes from my c**k.

It stretched even harder.

"I have."

"For three weeks."

"I can count."

A slow smile curved the side of her lips. "I don't mind being watched, rich boy. But next time?" She stepped closer, close enough for her breast to brush my chest and my hard c**k pressed against her belly. "You need to pay."

My eyes were still locked on hers when her palm touched my hard d**k through my pants. I took in a sharp breath, glancing down as she rubbed gently before squeezing.

A groan slipped past my mouth."Hmmm."

“If you want me to ride this hard c**k like a slutty cow girl,” she said, slipping a small black card into my hand. “Look for me.”

She turned to walk away but paused mid-step. “And rich boy… I'm not cheap.”

Then she turned and walked away, her hips swinging like a f*****g promise.

“f*****g hell!” I muttered to myself as I looked at the card.

The Velvet Cage. VIP entry. Ask for Blue

I stood in the doorway for a full minute, holding that card as my d**k twitched against my zipper again.

The next night, I didn't hesitate.

The Velvet Cage was exactly what I expected. The whole space was filled with red lights, smoke machines, dancing poles for naked men and women, and the smell of money and c*m.

Then the music changed and she walked on stage. The crowd of men went completely wild. Some already ha their rock hard c***s out and ready to pump to the rhythm of her dances.

She was putting on a black lace thong that disappeared between her ass cheeks and pasties that barely covered her n*****s. Her body was glistening with body oil and you could see her ass shaking as she approached the poll.

My c**k was beginning to throb in response to her movements and I shifted, trying to adjust. And ehen she wrapped her hand around that pole like she was choking it, I forgot how to breathe.

The music started with a slow and heavy bassline I felt in my jaw. She searched the crowd until her eyes settled on me. Then she smiled.

She didn't dance for the room, she danced for me.

Holding the pole with her both hands, she spinned, shaking her ass before she dropped. Turning towards me, to let the pole back her, she wrapped her hands on the pole from over her head and slid down until she was squatting. Slowly, she dragged her palm from her throat down between her breasts with her eyes fixed on me.

Dollar bills were everywhere, some were stuck to her skin.

Climbing the poleien she was climbing a man, when wrapped her legs around it and arched backwards until her hair touched the floor. Her p***y was pointed at the ceiling, but still facing me.

Fuck.

Her p***y glistened in the light, inviting every horny man in the room. Unlike yesterday, she was shaven clean, making the moistness even more profound.

My c**k pressed hard against my pants and I was trying so hard not to grab it from my pants.

She came down slowly, crawling to the edge of the stage on all fours. A man in the front row reached for her ankle. She kicked his hand away without looking.

With my gaze locked on hers, I called a bouncer, nodding towards her. “I need her in the VIP room.”

“Five thousand.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the bills and handed it to him.

“Follow me.”

The VIP room was smaller than I expected… and maybe perfect. It had a velvet curtains, a leather couch and a single red bulb that made her skin look like the perfect sin.

Blue was already there when I walked in.

"Strip," she said.

Her request caught me off guard. But her boldness hardened my c**k even more.

"No."

She raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"This is not me watching from a distance anymore." I stepped closer, and she didn't back up. "I paid for the room, it should be the other way round. I can touch you."

Her breath hitched once, then she smiled that slow, dangerous smile again.

"What's your name, rich boy?"

"Damien."

"Damien." She rolled the name on her tongue. "You've been jerking off to me for three weeks, and now that you're five feet away, you want to touch?"

"I want to do more than touch."

She closed the distance herself, pressing before palm flat against my chest. She trailed her fingers from my chest down to the waistline of my pants.

"Show me."

Reaching up, I pulled her pin holding a part of her hair up. The fill length fell around her shoulders, making her shiver.

I didn't grab her. I didn't lunge. I reached up and very slowly pulled the pin holding her hair. It fell around her shoulders. She shivered.

"You like control," she whispered, biting her lower lips while her hand felt my hard c**k.

I inhaled. "I’ll like watching you fall apart, same as you like watching me lose mine."

With a smirk on her face, she widened her legs a bit, grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm between her thighs. I could feel her p***y.

She was wet and completely soaked. The lace was useless. My c**k twitched in response.

"Feel that?" she breathed. "That's what three weeks of your eyes did to me."

I pushed one finger against the lace, trailing her wet folds as she bit her lip.

"Aren’t you a naughty little slut…" I whispered into her ears, running my tongue along it.

I lifted her onto the small table against the wall and her legs wrapped around my waist immediately, pulling my hard c**k against her covered p***y.

"Take these off," she said, tugging at my belt.

I pressed my thumb into her mouth. "Make me."

She rolled her tongue around my thumb and unbuckled me herself. In seconds, my c**k sprang free. She looked down and licked her lips.

"f**k! You're so big!"

“And you'll take it like a good girl..”

I grabbed my d**k and tapped it against her wet p***y. Hungrily, she pulled her thong to the side. Pressing the head of my c**k against her wet opening, I grabbed her face with both hands.

She pulled her thong to the side. I didn't wait. I pressed the head against her wet opening and she grabbed my face with both hands.

"Eye contact," I commandesd. "Don't you dare look away."

In one slow, deep stroke, I pushed into her.