He had seen her across the room. No, this was not the beginning of one of those cheesy little love stories. This was purely animalistic. He was going to ravage her, have his way with every part of her body. This was a fucking she would not soon forget.
He walked over to her, pulled her into him and lightly bit her neck. Her vanilla scented perfume lingered in his nostrils. His hands sliding down her hour glass frame. He grabbed a handful of ass, and whispered in her ear, his voice deep with hunger," Kitten, your daddy is hungry."
"Of course, sir!" She walked away from him and all the people in the room, hips swaying seductively. She had already started to unstrap her bra as she walked down the hall.
He caught up with her. "Oh no, not tonight! Tonight, you are going to be my conquest. I want everyone to see what I have laid claim to. I am going to fuck you in a crowd. Do you understand?"
"I do sir."
He tore her clothes off. Her dress and bra ravaged by his hands, laid in a pile of rags around her feet. He put one hand around her throat and pushed her into a wall. He kissed her wet and sloppy, his tongue gliding over hers roughly, then bit her lower lip. He moved from her lips to her right ear, choking and biting, licking and sucking. He was getting stiff against her legs. He released her only to undo his pants.