I pushed at her shoulder, forcing her to sit back up as I pressed the last inch of my shaft into her. Holding my hand against her pussy, I jerked my fingers across her flesh and jerked my cock in and out of her over and over as she cried out in the sexiest sound I'd ever heard. I let myself join her as the fire started deep in my belly and spread out to cover every inch of me. I fucked her until I couldn't move, my energy completely depleted.
She leaned back and rested against me as my cock pumped every ounce of semen I had into the condom buried in her ass. I kissed the side of her neck, wanting to confess my love to her and yet knowing how ridiculous that was. I was in lust with the woman and would have honestly given her a ring just to make me feel alive again. She was brilliant. Beyond anything I'd ever experienced and I didn't want to let her go.
"You sure about the marrying thing? I’m thinking I could change your mind. It's a really big ring," I whispered against the side of her damp neck before kissing her a few times.
"No ring is big enough. God you were hot. I needed that so bad." She turned and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before pulling off of me slowly. "Get in your seat. I need to get home and get some sleep."
***
It took every bit of stored up energy I ever even thought about having to get my clothes back on and to get back in my seat. I felt like I'd run twelve marathons and hadn't slept for ten days. The girl's body was a drug and I obviously wasn't used to the incredible side effect of being introduced to it.
I knew one thing... once wasn't enough, but I needed to figure out how to go about getting her number, or at least set up another session with her. This was going to be complicated. She seemed to need the release as bad as I did, and I would offer her anything for another night in the sheets. My mind raced with the nefarious possibilities of all I could do to her, or let her do to me.
Let her? Hell... this girl wasn't one to ask or obey at all.
I had to have her as mine. Never had I met a woman like her before, and I had a hunch I never would again.
What did she do to create such a sickening desire in the pit of my stomach?
I swallowed my insane thoughts and started the car, turning toward her only to look over my shoulder and pull the car back out of the alley. I glanced around and let out a low chuckle.
"Wow. This is a shitty part of town. What the fuck was I thinking?" I ran my fingers through my hair and over my face, causing the smell of her desire to move across me again. As tired as I was, my cock jerked to life and started to swell in my slacks again.
"Right? Insane rich boy." She smiled and pulled her mirror down, fixing her lipstick and wiping a smudge from the side of her eye.
I couldn't help but covet her. I pulled onto the street and started to head toward my place. I wanted more and maybe under the pretense of sleep she would stay with me. It was my best bet.
She pushed the mirror back up and turned to look around. "Oh... I need you to drop me back off at the club. It's still early."
"The club? You sure? I was going to let you crash at my place, or I can take you home if you want?"
"No, I'm good. The club would be great. Thanks." She pulled out her phone and started to text someone.
I turned my attention back to the road, unsure of how to answer her. I didn’t get it. Why did she want to go back to the club? She had to be tired as hell. I sure was, although a slow love making session in my big four-post bed sounded like a great way to drift off to sleep.
Was she going to look for another guy?
No. That's ridiculous. She's adventurous, but not a whore. Right?
I glanced over at her again and wanted to take her hand into mine, wanted to drag her into my seat, but a one night stand was a one night stand. I needed to leave it alone before I ended up looking needy and pathetic, which wasn't going to happen. It hadn't been my style for many years and I wasn't about to resort to prepubescent actions.
If the pretty girl wanted to go back to the club and find some other dude to fuck, it wasn't my right to hold her back. It stung in a way I wish it wouldn't have, but whatever. She was free and hadn't made any silly pretense that she was looking for anything other than a wild ride. Most women would have been clamoring to come home with me, but that was because of my wealth.
This one... the one I all of a sudden wanted to... nothing. Not even a hint of wanting something beyond the quickie in the car.
The club lights filled up the car as I pulled up front. I turned to her and smiled. "How about we exchange numbers? I know you liked what I gave you tonight and I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"No rings, no numbers, no next time." She laughed and leaned over, kissing me softly a few times. "You were amazing. Best fuck I've had in forever."
"Then let's do it again. No rings... no commitment. Just sex. We could just meet up and fuck every once in a while. There are so many things I could do to you."
She smiled and shook her head. "Nope. Stop dreaming, handsome."
"Dreaming is all most of us have." I smiled and tried to hide the extent of my disappointment. "Not even for another ride in the Maybach, huh? They're rare."
She leaned over as I rolled the window down and gave me a sexy smile. "Good men are rare. Cars are a dime a dozen. Thanks for the ride. Sweet dreams."
"You too." I watched her walk away and glanced around, noticing every man in front of the club looking her way. "You too."
5 - Lila
I walked into the club on shaky legs, the handsome billionaire still in his car and hopefully headed out of my life. A long sigh left me as I slipped past Clay and turned to press my back against the wall.
"You okay, L?" Clay poked his head into the club and lifted an eyebrow.
"Yes, just met my match in life I think. I'm scared as hell and ready to pack up and move states just in case I run into him again." I smiled and shook my head.
"Wow. Lucky guy. You wanna cab or you staying for a while?"
"I'll take a cab once he's cleared the front. I don't want him seeing me." I pursed my lips and tried to breathe through my nose slowly. My heart was racing at the memories of how incredibly right it felt to be in his arms, to have him empty himself inside of me.
I groaned and closed my eyes. Fuck. It had been incredible. I pressed my head to the wall behind me resisted the urge to run out into the road and beg him to stop. He wanted my number and I wanted his, but it would only lead to heartache. It always did.
Besides, he had his shit together and I was just getting started. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend with a brain, anyway. He’d want a pretty little tart he could prance around town and fuck with no strings attached.
"Hey, L. Cabs here and your boyfriend is gone." Clay chuckled and reached for me as I walked back out into the late evening.