I’d show him. Even though he wasn’t here. I pulled my blazer straight and strode inside, men were busy eyeing the girls who entered from the other side of the building.
Where was this mystery girl?
Ms. Vent spotted me from the middle of the floor and sashayed up to me with her arms open.
“Mr. Gordon! You’ve arrived early,” she exclaimed, taking me by the arm and leading me through a plethora of tables. There were certain numbers on them. I could only guess that was to match people up.
“Yes, curiosity led me here quicker than I could blink my eye,” I admitted, following her through the maze of tables. We stopped at a special table that sat up a little from the main floor by five or six steps. It must’ve been her VIP section. Little lights glowed around us like stars, making it a comfortable atmosphere.
“Sit right here and she’ll be here any—oh, well well, here she comes.” Ms. Vent waved her hands over to a red headed girl who had her hair cut in a bob. Everything about her made her stand out in this dim crowd like a firecracker.
Yes.
I knew it as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was mine. There was an unspoken fire about her and I was going to tame it.
“That’s…her?” I asked for confirmation.
“Yes it is. I’ll leave you two alone now.”
Damn, Ms. Vent did have a good sense at picking couples. Hell, if this worked out, I’d have to pay her a hefty tip. She cat walked over to us and climbed the stairs with grace. Her hips were sculpted to fucking perfection. My eyes couldn’t detach from the way they swayed side to side.
“Hey, how are you?” I said, grasping her hand in mine and kissing it.
“Wonderful, and yourself?” That voice made me shiver.
“Oh, I’m good. So many words could be used to describe me right now,” he said, staring at the wine on the table. I pulled her seat out and she sat down. Her scent was floral and feminine, yet strong.
She reached for the wine and gulped it down. “So, what’s your name?” She flickered her gray eyes up to mine, searching my face for answers to questions she hadn’t even verbally asked me yet.
“It’s a secret.” I took a swig of my wine. Hmm, good quality, but I’d rather have opted for a whiskey. She frowned, resting her elbows on the table. She wore a black dress with a Queen Anne neckline that showed off the shape of her breasts wonderfully. My eyes took a dangerous linger across the top. My dick shook as if I could take her right now.
“Secret, still? Hmm…” she sighed, scanning me down. She was sizing me up for something in particular.
“Something wrong?” I asked to further gauge conversation.
“You look familiar. For some reason…Are you on TV?” She folded her arms and leaned back.
I smirked. “Digging for my name, aren’t you?”
“I have to if I’m taking you to a wedding party full of friends and family.”
“Say again?”
“Look, I have a problem. You see, my friend is getting married right? I have a small band of friends and they’re all about my age, but they’re married. Not to just anyone either, they all have husbands that are like billionaires.”
“Being single bothers you?”
“Not at all. I’m not here looking for love. I just need a date to blend in to soothe my image. I have an ego if you haven’t noticed.”
“I had noticed. But you don’t want love? What if you fall for me?” The smile on my face got so damn big I couldn’t keep up with it.
“Then that’s not good. Falling is a bad analogy. Pain always comes after a fall. So, still up for it?” she asked, crossing her legs. God, bad move, I was going to rip through my pants with an enormous erection right here and now.
“The wedding party?” I grabbed my wine glass and chugged the rest of it down. She cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes, you’re looking for love, I’m not. Is that okay? I mean,” leaning in she whispered, “I honestly thought this was a place guys came to for flings anyways.” She glanced around us at the men who were hooked up with other women. You could even see the occasional woman with two men at one table. I could see where that was going as well.
“Sometimes, dear. Sometimes.” This was my excuse to keep her around and make her see what I saw. “I’ll take you to this wedding. But I request one thing.”
“What?” Her expression softened.
“Your name.”
“Lindsey,” she blurted out.
“A last name come with that, Lindsey?” Her name felt like pure sex on the tongue. It suited her.
“Wilson. But that was two requests” she said, folding her arms.
“Well I have one more, and it’s a big one.”
“Alright, I am listening.”
“Well I need you to pretend to be my fiancé.”
“Why? That is an odd request, but I am so desperate for a wedding date that I will do it. In exchange for me agreeing can I get your name?”
“It’s still a secret”
“Great. I can’t wait to tell people to meet Mr. I don’t know his name. What are you hiding?”
“Nothing at all?” I held my hands out. “See?”
She chuckled. Music came on soon after, and men gathered their dates and went to the floor.
I got up and held out my hand to Lindsey. “Let’s dance. Come, I bet you’re good at it.”
“I’m a stripper, so I’m good at dancing the raunchy way. Classic stuff like this? Just watch your feet,” she warned, standing up. She didn’t take my hand though. Mph, the hard one, huh? I liked that.
“A stripper?” Explained why she was toned so fucking perfectly.
“Surprised? Does it turn you off or on?” She threw me a gaze that was littered with lust. If we were alone she’d know how turned on I really was.
“I’ll let you decide. Now move with me, Lindsey. I’ll take care of you.” I cupped her waist and she moved along with me as we danced to the music. Her body fit against my hand perfectly and her scent kept luring me into a trance.
My mind was made up. This was who I wanted to marry. There was more to learn about her. But she’d fit the bill. If only I could persuade her to continue to see me long after this wedding party and assume the role of my real fiancé. I had barely a week and a half to make a miracle happen.
“You’re good,” Lindsey said, her eyes scanning my face.
“You too. Let me take you home,” I offered as we walked off the dance floor. “Maybe even dinner somewhere else?”
“And have you find out where I live? Hah. Funny.”
“I know your name. What makes you think I can’t find out where you live, Lindsey?” She threw me a challenge, and like hell was I going to back down. Not with a body like hers.
“Oh, slick. I see. I’ll be fine. Plus, I have to go to work.”
We exited out of the building and I noticed that she wasn’t driving because she was opening up an Uber app on her phone.
“What work? Lindsey, you don’t work today,” Eliza said, walking over with a heavy exaggerated switch. Lindsey frowned and lowered her eyebrows at her. She was outed. Lindsey was mine to take home and no one else’s.
“Fine. Take me home, but don’t go getting all mushy for me, Mr. No Name.”
Ms. Vent shot me an irritated look. What happened to protocol? “His name is Gordon Glen,” Eliza corrected. She took the fun out of this for me.
“Wait, the Gordon Glen?! Good God, Eliza. You do have connections. I thought I knew his face.” She folded her arms again and smirked, jutting her deliciously carved hip out.
“Shall we then?” I asked, holding her by the waist.
“Sure. It’s been a while since I’ve had a day off. It’d be nice to catch some early sleep. Come on rich guy.”
“You know my name now, aren’t you going to use it?” I teased.
“I’ll let you know.
Chapter Three – Lindsey
Gordon Glen. Damn, that was a sexy name. He took me to his car which
was parked close to the entrance and the only thing on my mind was how big his dick was. He’d be perfect for the wedding. Especially when it was over, I’d get one last romp from him and call it a day.
“Nice car, Maserati Granturismo?”
“How’d you know? The logo?”
“Heh. The body design. I’m a car person. Love them to death. This one’s got a nice kick to it.” I ran my finger against the glossy black paint and glanced at the wheels. Unlike other rich people, he kept his car simple, which meant it had a chance to keep its elegance.
He came over and opened the door for me. What a gentleman. I slid in and leaned back in the soft seats. It was spacey for such a slim car. Not as slim as a Lamborghini, but it was getting there. Gordon slid in on the other side and his cologne puffed into my face. Damn, so that was him I was smelling earlier. He smelled very…alpha? Spicy and warm, but manly enough.
“You’ve got good taste,” he said, mentioning about my knowledge of cars.
“Do you own many Italian super cars or what?” I clicked on my seat belt and he turned on the car. It purred to life, that satisfying rumble shaking my body. God, that was wonderful.
“Not too many. I own as many as I can comfortably drive.” He shifted, and the car began to pull out. It drove like it was gliding on silk.
“A number?”
“About five.” Hah, five was still a lot of cars. I didn’t even own one.
“Huh, pretty tame for a rich guy… Gordon.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. And it’s nice to hear you use my actual name.”
He roared around another corner and I began to give him directions to my place. This throbbing between my legs almost made me want to invite him inside… But I could wait for that.
I hoped.
“Are you sure you want to go straight home?” he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. That serious look stoned onto his face made him look highly attractive. I was dripping over here. Thank God I wore a black dress…
“Yeah, why?”
He leaned on his hand with his elbow propped up against the window seal. “There’s a nice open road and a wonderful restaurant the next town over—”
“This is not a date, Gordon. Only a temporary hook up. I thought rich men like you liked that kind of stuff.”
“That’s usually when it’s filled with kinky sex.”
“Who said that couldn’t happen? Anyways, yeah, home is the best bet for now. I’m tired since I went out earlier to go work out and handle some business. Turn right here.”
“Very well, then.”
He parked out in front and I opened the door to get out. Once I was out, I smoothed my dress down and bent down to say good-bye.
“Tonight, was kind of fun. Thanks, and goodnight. I’ll need to see you again tomorrow. To discuss more. But I’m happy with you as my choice.”
“Thank you.” He got out of the car and closed the door. Coming over to me, he held out his elbow for me to take his arm.
“Wait. What’re you doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Taking you to your door,” he explained, guiding me to the door that laid to another set of stairs.
“You really want to know everything about me, don’t you?” I unlocked the door and we both scooted inside. His cologne must’ve been expensive for it to be on him as if he had just sprayed it a second ago.
“Worth a shot. Plus, it’d be rude not to see you to your door safely. Please, allow me.” Damn that sexy voice.
“’No’ doesn’t sound like a possibility to you.”
“Only when appropriate.” He winked. I took his arm and led him up the stairs.
We reached my floor and took a right when I saw someone huddled by my door. He was familiar. He heard us from behind and bolted to his feet. That face!
“Daniel?!”
He smiled, but then that smile dropped off his face when he saw Gordon by my side with his hands around me. “Lindsey—wait, who the hell is he?” he asked, jabbing his finger at Gordon. His face began to redden and contorted into something vicious. He stepped forward and I stayed in my place.
I could knock this fucker out in a second flat.
“None of your business. Didn’t I tell you to never call or come around me again. We were never anything and never will be,” I reminded him. Gordon was beside me, and I could feel him, readying himself for a fight. He didn’t have to worry about much though, because I was a fighter by nature.
“I think you should leave. You’re obviously not welcomed here,” Gordon added in, squeezing me closer to him. I felt a small flash of heat skip across my cheeks. He had a good grip.
“Look, fuck off, man.” Daniel yelled, stomping forward to rip me out of Gordon’s arms. Like hell I was going to let that happen.
“No, why don’t you?” I said, slamming my hand on my hip.
“I’m not going no damn where. You’re mine—”
“No, she’s mine.”
“Huh?” Whoa. That growl and possessive intonation made me throb. Feeling frisky at a moment when two men were fighting over you sounded ridiculous. But when I saw Gordon tackle Daniel and throw him into a wall then down onto the ground, I knew I’d have to be careful around him.
Because when a man fought for a woman. It was an easy recipe for heartbreak. Love was imminent. Luckily, I had a wall of steel protecting me from making such dumb mistakes.
“Now go and slither away like the worthless shit eating snake you are, or else I’ll spend a little money and make sure you’re never seen again. Do you hear me, boy?” Gordon grunted.
“Y-yes,” he stuttered, holding his stomach doubled over. He limped down the stairs, his shirt and hair beaten up and scuffed.
That…turned me on. A lot. Gordon straightened his jacket and smiled at me. The shivers that ran down my back went straight down to my pussy, watering it.
I took out my keys from my small wallet purse combo, and opened the door.
“Goodnight, Lindsey. I’m glad I—”
“Enough words, get in here. This is your lucky day. You get a nice reward.”
I opened the door and grabbed Gordon by the tie to lead him inside.
“Thanks for being such a man. Now here’s your treat.”
Gordon opened his mouth to say something, but this wasn’t the time for only talking, so I pressed my mouth to his. He was surprised how quickly this escalated. But damn, did he look in the mirror He was a fine ass man and when he threw Daniel out like that? There was nothing but a sea between my legs. When I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back and ran my hands all over his body, he relaxed and warmed up.
"Mmm..." He said, finally pulling away. "You're a good kisser." He grinned mischievously. “Are you sure about this?”
I slowly lifted off his shirt and shrugged. I looked up at him coquettishly. "Unless you don't want your reward."
"No, no! You're good. Carry on." He replied, lifting up his arms so I could reveal his hard, muscular chest and abs to my greedy eyes.
I felt my pussy throb as his fine body came into view. My knees nearly buckled, but he caught me at the last moment and he held me in his strong arms.
With one, powerful motion, he crushed me to his chest and locked his manly lips to mine. My hormones raced as our lips and tongues intertwined. Half to steady myself and half to release my animal passion, I wrapped my arms around his back, sinking my nails into his flesh.
That only seemed to embolden him more.
The second our lips were apart, I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his pants. As his massive cock sprung into view, I knew I was in for a treat. It was so long and veiny. I looked up into his face, not believing what I was seeing. He was smiling like a fool.
Like a caged animal, I descended down around his throbbing cock, taking his full length into my hungry mouth. His cock was so delicious I just wanted to devour it like the greedy slut I was.
He grabbed my head, tilted it back and began mouth fucking me. Even opening m
y throat as wide as I could manage, I couldn't take him all the way in. When I tried to pull out, he balled my hair in his fist and pushed me down even further.
His roughness, honestly, was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. I grabbed onto his muscular butt for dear life as he pounded his cock in and out of my throat.
By the time he was finished, I was ready to jump his bones. Without another word, I slipped out of my clothes and pushed him down onto the carpet. The room suddenly felt super hot, but I didn't care.
"Wow, you're a tigress!" He said, laying back.
"You have no idea. Rawrr!" I sat on top of his massive cock and moaned as it slid into my hungry, horny cunt.
I couldn't believe how far his cock sank into my scorching pussy. By the look on his face, I could tell that he'd never been this deep in a woman before.
"Fuck me!" I cried out as I bounced up and down on his throbbing meat-stick. "Oh God, I need you in me!"
My large tits were bouncing and flailing all over the place and Gordon was grinning from ear to ear as he was trying to catch them and play with them. To feel his large, manly hands roughly kneading my knockers made me even hornier.
I ground my pussy into his heavenly cock, running my hands all over his hard body. At this point, I couldn't even remember why we were fucking in the first place. All I knew was that I needed that delicious flesh inside me in the worst way. It was an itch that only he could scratch.
Leaning down, I mashed my tit flesh into his chest and kissed him hotly on the lips. His hips grinded against mine as we released our pent-up animal passion.
His hands were so rough and when they smacked down upon my ass, I cried out. "Yes! Harder!" I cried, propping my ass up for him.
Several smacks later and I was a blubbering mess. I was cumming so hard around his cock that I'm surprised it didn't slip out. My ass felt red and sore but that was nothing compared to how my pussy felt. He was so large and long that he reached places no man had ever reached before.
"You like that, slut, don't ya?" He brought his hand down upon my ass again.
I nodded and dug my fingers into his neck. Both of us grunted as we came closer to our climax. He held my hips and he pounded up inside my steaming pussy. I clenched tightly around his turgid cock, massaging and milking him for all he was worth.
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