The Billionaire's Fake Date

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urgent as his other hand began to squeeze my breasts. In a swift motion, he undid my bra and re

e, I began to tug at the waistband of his boxers. But he shook his head, pulling m

before dipping his h

ing my underwear to the side and diving straight in. I couldn't control my moans. H

d loudly. "That

climax, he stopped abrupt

eyelids, intoxicated by my

my hand and brought me over to his window.

ike the view

skyline. In the darkness of the night, the

, trying to ignore the ne

sill and gripped the sides of my waist tightly. I responded

a view," he said before t

led me up completely, stretching me to accommodate his size.

of me. This angle felt amazing, and I

is," he demanded in an urgent voic

ely able to string togethe

urged, gripping my

ke me come just by his voice alone. It was what piqued my interest,

Dylan," I mo

intensity of what he was doing to me. Our ruin didn't take long after that. Soon, he

," I panted, still try

me down on the edge of his bed a

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ome man I had spent the night with. He stirred in his sleep as I slo

was already 7 A.M. and I had to show u

the same in the harsh light of day. We hadn't exchanged numbers, and maybe that was for the best. I gathered all my discarded clothes from the night

an my hands through my hair to smooth it out so I wouldn't l

ent looked even better. Given how ridiculous the rent was in New York, I could guess that this guy was probabl