The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(132)

“What can I get you?” Ray asked her, making his way to the bar and pulling her along.

“Any beer,” she said to the bartender, a young blonde girl. She nodded and set a frothy bottle on the bartop. “Thanks,” Danielle said, taking the beer and sipping.

“I think you’re gorgeous, and I’d really like ot have sex with you,” Ray said, and Danielle almost spit her beer out.





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Ray was more forward than any man Danielle had ever met, and she had met some forward men. Ray was a millionaire, or maybe a billionaire. And he had just told her he wanted to have sex with her. They were surrounded by a hundred people; all jam packed into the most expensive hotel room Danielle had ever seen. It all felt like a dream. A dream someone else was having. Danielle hardly recognized her own voice when she spoke.

“Okay,” she said.

Ray grinned again. His teeth were white and perfect, like a movie stars. He took her by the hand again and led her out of the bar room. He led her to a closed door, and then pushed through it. Danielle found herself in a bedroom that was empty, besides the two of them. No one was throwing water balloons filled with vodka, and the music wasn’t as loud after Ray shut the door and locked it behind them.

Danielle had never been one to have sex with strangers, except for that single one night stand. She figured it had to be something about white boys as Ray put his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips to him. She felt his tongue, like velvet against hers. His fingers gripped her rounded hips, but he didn’t hurt her.

The room was dark, the only light coming from a fat silver moon which hung high over Las Vegas. The windows were open so the moonlight could come in, and below them, there were flashes of lights, red and blues and yellows, a thousand signs in front of a thousand hotels and casinos and little places to get a shotgun wedding.

Ray wasn’t wasting time. He gripped the underside of Danielle’s vodka soaked shirt and tugged it up. She looked for somewhere to put her beer, but there was nowhere. Ray took it from her and tossed it to the floor where the dark amber colored liquid chugged from the bottle, staining the carpet.

When her shirt was off, Ray had a hold of it, and he tossed it to the floor as well. They kissed again, their lips and tongues like one instead of two. His hands explored her torso, strong and soft together across her flat stomach, and up over her ribs.

He found her breasts, still clad in the red bra. Fingers slid under the cups, brushed against nipples which hardened instantly. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp, and then the bra was off, joining the beer and her shirt on the floor. He bent his head, and his lips went to her nipples. He nipped at her sensitive rosebuds, licked at them with the tip of his tongue.

Danielle moaned. Her arms went around him, one on the back of his bare torso, the other to his hair as he sucked on her tit. His hand was at the other, gripping her, groping her. Her nipple was hard and rubbing against his palm. Danielle felt herself yearning for him, a passionate heat growing between her legs.

“Bed,” she moaned, and his lips pulled from her breasts. He nodded, and then they were kissing again as he stepped forward and she back pedaled, and they fell upon a large, soft bed. She spread her legs, forcing her skirt to hike up towards her hips. Ray positioned himself between her, arching his back, so his crotch rubbed against hers, his rigid member evident beneath his liquor-soaked swim trunks against her wet slit, hidden beneath the silky material of her panties.

Danielle wasn’t thinking straight, she knew that, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t anything like those women out in the living room, dancing with their breasts out, letting men rub all over her, but there she was, about to f*ck a man she didn’t even know, and she knew it was exactly what she wanted.

Danielle had been with big men before, in terms of penis size. The one white guy she had slept with had the smallest dick, and she had always assumed it was true what they said about black guys and white guys. But Ray put that notion to rest, in the dark bedroom, when she reached down and slid her hand past the waistband of his trunks. His cock was hard and pulsing. And it was huge. Bigger and thicker than any cock she had ever touched. She wrapped her slender fingers around it, jerking him back and forth as his lips found hers once more. He tasted like vodka, and it made her head spin.

Then the man was pulling away, and it made her hand slip off of his erect member. He knelt at the end of the bed, and came forward again, sliding downwards. He planted a kiss on her hip and went downwards until he reached her skirt. He gripped it in his strong hands and pulled it down, and she lifted her ass off of the bed to help the process along. Ray tossed her skirt over his shoulder, and it left Danielle nude except for her panties, which were red and mostly see through.

Ray went back to his kissing, his lips trailing down over her panties, and onto the sensitive black skin of her inner thighs. She was wet, soaked, her desire for the man more intense than any desire she had ever felt.

“I’m going to make you come,” Ray whispered to her in the dark. From outside the room, there was the dull thumping of the music, a remembrance that there was a party going on. Beyond that, it felt to Danielle as though she and the rich man were the only people on Earth.

With one hand Ray held the crotch of her panties aside. With the other he ran a finger up her slit, stopping to rub on her engorged clitoris. Danielle groaned, throwing her head back.