The Club (7 page)

             
“Not many,”
he answers
.

             
“Stop it,”
I say.

             
He laughs.

             
“I want to see more.”

             
We contin
ue
the tour by stepping into a fast-moving elevator. When the
doors open, we enter
a room with a glass floor, ceiling and
walls. It i
s a cube suspended high above the city
, jutting out
from the building that housed Max’s club.
I immediately feel
a sense of po
werful vertigo, but Max steadies
me. “Don’t look down,”
he whispers
in my ear.

             
After a moment to get used to it, a large smile spread
s
across my face. “I like it,”
I say
.

             
“I thought you would. It is, after all, an exhibitionist’s delight, though I’m not sure who can really see us up here.”

             
“That’
s not why I love it.
I bet it’s incredible at night.”

             
Max steps
to the edge of the glass room, as far from the safety of the solid elevator doors as possible. “Leigh, or whatever your name is, I wasn’t being flippant before.
I know that most people take years to decide to wed, but that isn’t necessary in my case. I see you. I see what you are, and I want you. Every day, for the rest of my life. Marry me.”

             
“Max—”

             
“You think I’m asking just to corrupt your investigation.”

             
“Yes.”

             
“I’m not. I don’t give a damn about that. I’ll even stop stealing if that’s what you want.”

             
“I don’t know what I want.”
That’
s a lie. I want him. Inside me, right this second. I bite my li
p, knowing Max can
read me like a book.

             
I’m
right. In an instant, he has my sweater off
, followed quickl
y by my heels and slacks
. He doesn’t seem to care that anyone with an office on a higher floor could see us, but then again, he’s not the one who is rapidly losing their clothing. All I’m wearing is a tiny black thong and bra.

             
“Y
ou’re even more gorgeous than I remember,” he says, kissing the back of my neck and cupping my breasts with both his hands. I smile; it’s only been a little over two hours since we were naked together in his bed. I undulate against him, pleased to immediately feel his h
uge erection pressing
against my ass.

             
Max unclasps my bra and my tits spring free, immediately puckering at his touch and the cool air of our glass cube above the city. He turns me around and kisses me deeply. I try to pull his sweater off, but he resists. “It’s your show,
beautiful,
” he says.

             
I smile. “Is anyone looking?”

             
“There.” He nods his head to a window across the street and one story below us. A young businessman is watching me with
an incredulous look in his eyes
. Even from this far away, I can see the desire on his face. It turns me on even more.

             
“Turn around,” Max commands. “I want you on all fours.”

             
I do as he says, facing the businessman below us and using my sweater to cushion my knees. I arch my back to better show off my tits and ass, and spread my legs, hoping Max takes me immediately. I’m so hot for him my pussy is wet and begging.

             
But even if Max can read my mind, he’s not giving me what I want right away. Instead, I feel his tongue
laving
my intimate lips from behind, spearing my bud and making me moan. I love the insistence of his tongue, of the thought of the image we’
re making, my pussy
splayed open to Max’s tongue, my inner folds glistening on the edge of the sky.

I make eye contact with my admirer as Max does his work, and I can’t believe how perfect it all is. This has been my fantasy for years and it’s finally coming true. The businessman disappears from the window for an instant—presumably to lock his door, and returns with his cock in his hand. I nod, encouraging him, as he strokes himself to the sight of me above him, about to get the fucking of my life.

But Max still won’t give me what I want. He keeps teasing me with his tongue, lightly running it up and down my folds.

When he circles my anus
with his tongue, kissing my most intimate of spots like it’s my mouth
, I cry out, loving t
he sensation. I can’t wait for him to fill me with himself, to pound me. My cunt is aching. I want to be taken.

My watcher is getting very close. I can see him speed up his stroking. His cock looks like it’s being punished.

“Don’t come until I’m inside you,” Max demands. Then his tongue is back on my hole and I’m so close it’s like torture. I hold off my orgasm.

“Please, Max. Fuck me. Please. Now.”

“I like hearing you beg, naughty girl. Keep going.”

His tongue is replaced with his fingers, one in my ass and two in my cunt. It feels good, but it’s not nearly the same as his huge cock.

“
Please. Fuck me.” I repeat it in
a refrain. The watcher finishes
but gets hard again. His eyes are riveted on us.

“I don’t know if I will,” Max says
playfully
. I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Please.”

“Get up. Press your hands against the glass. Keep your legs spread for me.”

I do as he says, a thrill going through me. I tilt my ass up helpfully, ready for him. Finally, finally, I feel the tip of Max’s hard cock press into m
y pussy. He just inserts the head
and I moan. “More,” I beg.

“What?”

“More! I want more,” I gasp, trying to push back into him, to take him inside me.

He gives me another inch and I’m trembling. I want a fast fucking. I’m going out of my mind.

Slowly, slowly, Max gives me want I want. His cock finally fills me up and I relax, the ache in my cunt for him starting to subside. He fucks me powerfully, deliberately, deeply. Each thrust makes me scream and ask for more. The watcher is stroking himself again, just as turned on by my body and my lust as he is by Max’
s masterful stroking. Each time his cock fucks
me, I edge closer and closer to oblivion.
I feel like I
am outside of reality, like I’m in carnal heaven, high above the earth, receiving want I need and giving everything I’ve got in return.

My orgasm overtakes me and my cunt pulses around Max’s manhood. He roars in satisfaction as I quiver powerfully around him. He reaches his edge as well, and I feel his cum fill me up. I can smell us, the sweet sexy scent of our juices mingling inside me and spilling out.

We finish, spent, and lie back, looking directly up at the clouds.

There’s nothing else to say. I don’t care if Maximilian Gregory is a criminal or worse. I’m going to take my chances and enter his labyrinth, come what may.

“Yes,” I breathe. “I will marry you.”

THE END
 

Continue reading about Leigh and Max in The Billionaire’s Club Part 2, coming soon.

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