The Billionaire Prince: One Fateful Night(3)

Amie arrived at her apartment and parked on the street in front of the building. Her new friend pulled up behind her. He dutifully followed her into the building, waiting patiently as she fumbled with her keys.

As soon as they left the hallway for the privacy of her apartment, the man grabbed her from behind and began to kiss the back of her neck. Amie gasped in surprise. She was pleased. Amie liked a forceful man, but she wasn’t expecting him to be quite this aggressive. Fortunately, she liked it.

By the time Amie realized that she didn’t even know his name, he had her pushed against the wall. He was kissing her deeply. Amie was breathless with excitement as he crushed her against the old wallpaper. She could feel his enormous erection pressing against her belly as their bodies rubbed against each other.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked before planting his soft, wet mouth onto the tops of her breasts.

Amie didn’t answer. The only sounds coming from her mouth were tortured moans and groans as her body experienced a level excitement that she had never known before.

“The bedroom,” he shouted directly into her cleavage.

Amie pointed in the direction of her bedroom. Her guest lifted her off the floor by the waist. She wrapped her legs around his belt without caring that her position caused her red dress to roll up above her shaved *.

He carried her in the direction she had pointed and managed to drop her onto the center of the bed with the lights off.

“Where’s the light switch?” he asked.

“Leave it off,” she whispered.

He left the bed and found the switch by the door. When the light flicked on, Amie saw that her * had left a wet mark on the front of her companion’s suit.

To her surprise, her gentleman caller began to search through her bureau drawers.

“Are you looking for something special?” she asked. Amie thought it was odd that he was looking through her things. She idly hoped that she wasn’t being robbed.

“Do you have any pantyhose?” he asked gruffly.

“Pantyhose?” Amie echoed.

He found several pairs of pantyhose and carried them to the bed.

“Hands over your head,” he ordered. When Amie didn’t comply, he leaned over and grabbed her wrists with one hand, roughly pulling them up over her head. He knelt beside her on the mattress and used the pantyhose to secure her wrists together.

“I don’t know if this is really necessary,” Amie said timidly.

“If you don’t keep quiet, I’m going to tape your mouth shut,” he told her.

“Hey, you don’t have to be a dick,” Amie said. “I’m willing to f*ck you.”



“I have never taken what isn’t truly mine, I assure you,” he snarled. “I just like my women a little more submissive.” He continued to tie her limbs with the pantyhose so that she wound up with her hands tied above her head and secured to the headboard and her feet spread apart and tied to the footboard. “Do you still want me to f*ck you?” the man asked.

“Absolutely,” Amie said. “Do you think you could shut the light first?” she asked hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” he said sternly. He began to remove his clothes, beginning with his perfectly pressed necktie and ending with his socks.

Amie watched his impromptu striptease with interest. His body was covered with a fine carpet of golden hair that was the exact shade of the hair on his head. In the brightness of the overhead light, his body hair glittered. His cock was pink, glistening and huge. Amie licked her lips. She couldn’t wait until it was inside her.

Her guest admired his handiwork and climbed onto the bed between Amie’s legs. He knelt at the center of her thighs. Her * was already completely exposed. He rolled her red dress up higher past the swell of her belly until it sat at the bottom of her breasts. Then he tugged the fabric higher until her tits popped into view.

“I see you’re not wearing a bra,” he commented. “You have amazing breasts. They defy gravity.” He pushed her dress higher so that it was trapped between her arms. It covered her face completely and obscured her view of him. He left the dress over her head and dropped his mouth to one of her pert nipples. Sucking it between his teeth, he teased the flesh until it puckered into an aching nub. Then he moved to the other nipple, repeating the process of scraping his teeth across her skin.

Amie moaned and moved her head, trying to loosen the garment from her face. She could breathe without any trouble. Seeing was an entirely different matter.

He slid a hand down the length of her body and inserted several fingers into her wet * without warning. She moaned and wriggled her lower body, coaxing his fingers deeper. He f*cked her with his fingers without pretending to be gentle. At the same time, he increased the pressure of his teeth against her skin. Nipping harder with every bite, he pressed the impression of his teeth into her skin.

Amie was undeniably turned on, but that didn’t mean his teeth didn’t hurt against her sensitive flesh. She squirmed, moaned and yipped at the flood of sensations moving over the surface of her skin and the depths of her *.

Before she could wonder what would happen next, she felt the weight of the man’s body pushing her into the mattress and the enormity of his cock pressed right up against the opening of her *. She opened her legs as wide as she could within the restraints of the pantyhose that were tied around each ankle and bound to the bed.