Page 10 of Big Daddy to Go

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Kane

It wasn’t my normal scene … a pub on a Thursday night near Harlem, but I’d had a meeting in the area. Usually, the places I go to are in more upscale neighborhoods where I have bottle service. I like the change of pace, though. Plus, the places I go to don’t ever have sports on. Although I find myself people watching more than watching the actual game.

That’s when I spot her. Her eyes scan the room like she is looking for someone. She has long, brown hair that stops a foot above the most amazing ass I’ve ever seen. I love the fact that her luscious bottom covers the surface of the stool. She leans forward a little, squinting toward me.

She must have caught me staring at her. I try to look away, but the more she leans, the more her delicious cleavage can be seen in my peripheral vision. I have to get a closer look at her huge tits and voluptuous ass.

As I walk toward the bar, I notice she looks sad. Her big brown eyes are lost and unsure. I figure someone stood her up. A gorgeous young woman like her should have men worshipping her.

Just as I approach, she slides off her stool unintentionally, and I grab onto her. My hand feels the curve of her back as the tits I had admired from afar are right under my gaze. This girl is stacked in every way.

Her name is Lexi. Sexy Lexi. To my surprise, she invites me to have a drink with her. I’m not used to girls being bold. Maybe it’s the way people in their twenties act nowadays, but I just recently turned forty and live in the land of the wealthy, who are still old-fashioned in my experience. At least, the old money rich people are.

Besides, most women are too intimidated to come onto me. At 6’2” and two-hundred pounds, my size makes me seem unapproachable. Throw in the fact that I’m a billionaire, and I might as well put a “don’t talk to me, I bite” sign on my back.

I’m always the one who makes the first move. Women will literally stare me down, trying to get me to notice them, but they never approach me first. But tonight, Lexi surprised me.

“So, what do you do?” I ask as we make small talk.

Lexi’s hand rests on my thigh as she leans into me. I remind myself to stare into her eyes and not at the flesh peeking out above her strapless dress.

Lexi bites her bottom lip and looks at me like she wants to make her mouth useful.

“What do you want me to do?” she retorts.

Fuck. My cock throbs as I rub my thumb across her bottom lip.

“Anything you want to do,” I tell her.

She stands up and moves in between my legs. Her wide hips spread my legs a smidge further as I grab onto them. Lexi locks her arms around my neck and looks into my eyes.

“I want to fuck you,” she murmurs just loud enough for me to hear.

My cock responds by pressing against her belly. She presses her lips to mine, and I immediately part them with my tongue. I dig my fingers into her hips and pull her against me as we continue to kiss. Fuck, she’s an amazing kisser. I can’t wait to see what else she can do with her hot mouth.

I toss down a few hundred dollars on the bar, not even sure of what our tab comes to, but I figure that more than covers it. I grab Lexi’s hand, and we walk out of the bar.

Not wanting to bother with my personal car service since it’s late, I hail a taxi even though my car is parked right outside The Drunken Bucket. I’ve had a few beers past my usual and think it’s too risky to drive. I’ll send my assistant to pick up my car and bring it to the garage of my building later.

We get inside the taxi, and I give my address.

“Madison Square Park Tower.”

Lexi is having trouble getting comfortable in the long summer dress she has on.

“This stupid dress,” she grits her teeth, realizing it’s stuck in the car door.

I chuckle as she keeps tugging on the bottom hem, exposing her calves and part of her thick thighs to me. Her tits jiggle as she struggles, trying to get the dress free from the door.

“I want to rip that dress off of you,” I rasp, nipping her neck.

She lets go of the dress and runs her fingers through my hair as she pulls me to her mouth.

“No sex in my cab,” the driver scolds, waving his finger at us.

“Relax, we’re not giving a free show.” Lexi rolls her eyes.