A knowing smile grazed Amara's lips as she gyrated her hips to the beat, feeling plenty of lustful eyes watching her with a desire that she oh so loved to fuel by moving seductively in a manner that noone could ignore.
She loved showing off her body because she had worked hard for it. Tonight she was wearing this gorgeous silver satin one-piece with a large slit on the side and a few metal chains joining the two parts, doing nothing to hide the skin of her right thigh and having spaghetti straps with a V-neck that accentuated the outline of her plump rounded breasts, giving just the right amount yet still leaving them wanting for more.
But yearning is all they could do because Amara wasn't interested in boring sex. While their looks did glisten her folds, she was yet to find someone who would make her pussy gush with need.
Or so she thought. The moment her eyes connected with his, she was consumed with desire.
His burning desire which could be seen in those grey orbs that stared intensely at her, as if wanting to devour every inch of her.
Amara bit her lower lip, staring right back at the handsome stranger sitting at the bar counter with a glass of liquor in his hand, drinking the liquid while never taking eyes off of her.
She turned around, letting her back face him as she smirked. She liked his boldness but as much as she wanted to give in, the thought of teasing him excited her more.
The brunette kept dancing while facing away from him yet his gaze remained fixated on her, raising her body temperature to the point she couldn't resist him anymore. Turning back around, she made a beeline for the spot next to him while donning a cool facade, completely ignoring his presence as she ordered a vodka for herself.
Taking a shot, she glanced at him to see him still looking at her. She scoffed.
"Amara," she introduced, finally facing him. "Since all you can do is stare, I guess I'll have to do the small talk first."
He raised a brow, looking amused. "Impatient much, love?"
Amara smirked, placing a hand on his thigh as she leaned in closer to whisper in his ear, "Very. I don't like waiting."
As she pulled back, he caught her hand, twisted it around and tugged her back into him so that her back faced his chest. Her heart thumped in her chest as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear with his free hand before whispering, "tsk, I think I just found a brat that needs to be tamed."
He sat her down such that she straddled his leg, making her gasp lightly. Her pussy was directly touching the fabric of his pants and it further increased her need to be touched down there.
"Or perhaps a dirty little slut?" He said darky, moving his leg to create friction which aroused her even more and she closed her eyes, accepting even the slightest amount of relief that he was giving her.
Her eyes shot open when he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her with him as he got up.
"I want you," he stated staring straight at her, making her cheeks red. His head slightly dipped to her level, till their lips were almost touching before he said the next words, "And I want to fuck that drenched pussy senseless. Is that okay?"
She squeezed her legs in anticipation, nodding.
"Good." He smirked, taking her hand before dragging her deeper inside the club though she wouldn't mind even if he fucked her infront of all these people, her mind was consumed with lust.
Her nipples were erect and poking through the satin dress, making her wetter as those perky buds scratched against the fabric. It was obvious all she cared about was sex, hard and fast or slow and teasing, it didn't matter. She needed to be filled to the brim by this man.
Her thoughts halted as she heard a beep sound and she looked up to see him opening a door to what looked like a VIP room but she didn't have time to dwell on it as he pulled her inside before pushing her against the door and trapping her in between his arms.
She wet her lips looking at him, making his eyes zone in on them before he captured them in a heated kiss. He slowly dragged the straps of her dress down, exposing her breasts before taking one in his hand and kneading it, making her shudder against his lips.
Breaking the kiss, his eyes drifted down to her chest and he groaned at the sight. "Fuck, these are perfect," he said playing with them before taking one in his mouth.
"Oh fuck," Amara cursed, feeling his tongue coat her right nipple with his saliva while he pinched and pulled on her left one, making her feel all sorts of pleasure.
He stopped the torture with his hand, trailing it down until they reached the hem of her dress before pushing it upwards while nearing her pussy, making her squeeze her legs shut tightly.
He pulled the dress up till it bunched around her waist before sliding his fingers down, just lightly tracing the outline of her pussy lips making her moan at the sensation.
