Liam
As Claire leads me to the dance floor, I’m taken aback by her extreme confidence. It’s not often I find women to match me on that, but she’s there. I haven’t decided if that’s extremely sexy or if I consider it a challenge to be even more exuberant.
I stare Claire up and down. Goddamn, what a hot piece of ass. I never thought this would be what I meant when I said I fucked the competition, but what can I say? An opportunity for it just so happened to present itself.
Claire has my hand in hers and she’s walking us to the dance floor. I’m really not one to dance, but I’m in a good mood. We dance.
We stop dead center of the dance floor. Claire starts swaying her hips to the beat. She eventually raises her arms and really seems to let loose, truly feeling the rhythm. This girl knows what she’s doing.
It’s clear to me that she’s never been in a position where she wasn’t confident. The sheer comfortability with herself she exudes is one to be commended. It’s legitimately impressive.
I do my best to sway to the music some, myself, but I’m much more of an observer of this environment. I decide to place my hands on her hips so it seems a bit more like I belong here. And I also get to feel this gorgeous girl I just plowed moments ago.
I’ve heard in the past that when a girl has just recently had sex, their hips just are so much more relaxed that they move more freely. Tonight, I’m happy to say I can confirm that theory.
Holy shit, the teasing this woman can do. I’m already rock-hard again.
“So, enjoying yourself?” I ask. I know the answer of course, but I want to be polite.
“Definitely!” she quickly replies. She turns herself around and shakes her ass at me. Fuck, I really don’t know how she expects me to not need that on my cock again tonight.
“You’ve got some impressive moves, Claire,” I compliment her. She responds by backing herself up on me and grinding that ass against my hard cock, outlined by my pants.
She brings her arm up around my neck and whispers “thanks” into my ear. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end and Goosebumps form on my arms.
“I want you to be having a great time, Claire,” I say. Immediately following my statement, I reach my hand into her panties and push my fingers against her clit. I hear her gasp.
As I circle it, her innocent hip swaying becomes purposeful humping against my fingers. I grip her tits with my other hand, landing on her nipple and pinching gently.
She tosses her head back against my shoulder and lets out a light moan. Her lids are heavy, and she whispers to me.
“I’m going to come. Don’t stop.”
I keep rubbing her clit, harder and faster until her knees start to shake, and she drops low for a moment in her climax. I pull my hand from her panties and put my fingers in my mouth.
I kiss her, letting her taste her delicious pussy juices. I think to myself about how I want to taste her cunt straight from my tongue.
We need to take care of this right now. I give her a quick thrust of my cock against her ass, to which she remarks “ooh”.
I lead us off the dance floor and look around the club. I’ve been here a handful of times and I know well that they’ll let anyone take over that VIP room with enough cash.
I hand the security guard a few twenty-dollar bills, and he lets us through the door. I wink at him, and as I hear the door shut. I also hear him lock it. Perfect.
“What’s the matter, Liam? Can’t handle a little fun in front of anyone else?” she taunts me.
If I had it my way, I would have laid her out right on the dance floor and fucked her senseless, not just fingered her.
“You know this is better for both of us, Claire,” I respond. “Now, are you going to finish what you started?”
“Oh, I thought you’d never actually ask. It’s cute to hear you beg. It means you’re actually working at something,” she says, her words smacking me right in the face.
“Silly girl,” I comment. I unbutton and unzip my pants and pull my cock through them. Claire’s eyes shift, growing wide and gleaming with interest.
I lay down on the black leather couch in the room. It seems to be just big enough for what I have in mind.
This is the kind of shit I love to see: a girl literally drooling over my cock. Fuck is she hot. I even see her swallow hard before climbing over me.
Claire’s mouth is so beautiful. Those pouty lips feel amazing when they’re wrapping around my cock. And that tongue, that tongue is seriously a skilled, talented worker.
I have a bit of difficulty focusing on my own work with that damn mouth acting so fucking sexy. For a moment, I can’t decide which of her lips to kiss. I shake my head and pull Claire’s panties aside and flick my tongue against her dripping pussy.
Again, her sweet pussy juices have me under a spell. I extend my tongue out to her clit and drag it from the top of her pussy lips all the way to her hole. Claire moans in delight.
She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock and slobbers all over it, getting it nice and lubricated in her mouth before she slides it into her throat.
Holy shit, that throat. I can’t help but flex my hips up at her face when it goes down. It’s an entirely fuckable hole, and she’s so into it that I can’t pass it up.
Claire tilts her head side to side as I hump her face. She creates a twisting sensation on the shaft of my cock and it drives me wild and I reach my arm up and slide a finger inside of her pussy as I lap at her clit.
I admire this sexy, big ass hovering over me. My cock twitches at the very thought of fucking her again. She has me seriously entranced, and I show her my appreciation with my large, long fingers sliding in and out of her. Her gratitude is apparent in her moans vibrating in her throat.
She moans loud as I rub her G-spot. I feel when her pussy contracts, that she’s getting ready to come on my face. She shouts “Liam, I’m coming!” which is music to my fucking ears.
As her pussy gushes her cum out onto my face and in my mouth, I explode my own creamy fluid into her mouth. I pant hard, basking in the product of Claire’s orgasm coating my lips.
Claire gets up from the couch and brushes her dress and fixes her hair. She looks at me and a wide grin forms across her face.
She leans down to me and licks my lips and kisses me. God, can she get sexier? As we share a lengthy, involved kiss, I just can’t help but imagine fucking her again.
I hear Claire’s phone begin to buzz in her purse. She breaks our kiss and fishes her cell phone out and looks at the screen to see who’s calling.
She leaves the VIP room to take the call and I take the opportunity to clean myself up. Once I feel presentable again, I exit the room myself. I give a nod to the security guard as I walk past to meet Claire at the main entrance.
“That was Charlotte,” she divulges. “She locked herself out and I have a spare key for her. So I’m going to catch a taxi over to her place.”
“Don’t do that,” I say. “Let my driver take us there. I’ll be heading off too, so it’s really no trouble.”
“Oh, that’d be great!” she replies happily. “I really appreciate it.”