Page 83 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

I fight with all my might not to pick her up and slam her down on the stage to fuck right here in front of everyone.

Someone shouts. "What the hell are you waiting for, baby! Mount that man!"

Laughter breaks the spell.

I chuckle, and her eyes are dancing again.

I breathe a deep controlling breath.

With a truly wicked grin, she straddles me, grips the back of the chair, and shoves her tits in my face.

Thunderous "hell yeahs" break out all over the room.

My cock nearly makes me scream out too. It thumps so fucking hard, wanting her to mount it so fucking bad. I close my eyes, barely controlling the thunderous beast that is back just below the surface.

"Breathe, Aurei. Breathe, baby, breathe."

I open my eyes to see her tilted face watching me close. She knows how far she can push me, and she knows I'm on the brink.

She winks and licks my face. "Meow."

I chuckle and relax but tell her firmly. "When this is over, I'm going to spank you good, then turn you into a fucking zombie, Kitten Thang!"

She kisses the top of my forehead, then leans her head over, letting her hair dangle off the side, and blows in my ear, sending goosebumps down. "Promise?" She whispers.

"Oh, I fucking guarantee it." I nearly scream.

She repeats her torture on the other side, but this time nibbles my ear.

"Be a good sport now and take the chain in your mouth."

I groan loud, knowing what's going to happen next. It sounds more like a roar.

She holds her head high, stretching her neck out. Her choker and the inscription plate shine in the spotlight, then she lifts her tits to my face.

I bury myself in them. Open my mouth and bite down on the loose piece of chain.

She lifts her arms like a swan and then sits down on me and grinds.

"Fuck!" I clenched my teeth and lay my head back, pulling the chain tight.

The crowd urges her on.

She lifts her legs, and her full weight sits heavy on my cock.

It's loving the attention, and I moan again.

She squeezes my waist between her legs. Then she arches her back, displaying her extreme flexibility, and leans away.

I bite down on the chain so hard I taste the gold.

Every move her ass makes against my shaft is torturous.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I chant to myself.

My balls are drawn uptight and full to bursting.

Breathe. Breathe.

When she releases my waist, and she bends her knees, arching her whole body so she can grab her stiletto's, her pussy smashes my cock, and pre-cum seeps out. I start to shake inside, fighting the urge again to dominate her pussy perfection right here, right now, making a spectacle of us.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe is the only thought I allow in.

Then the chain pops.

I freeze.

My focus falls off my cock and lands unguarded on her teasing tits.

She stops moving.

Her breasts float out.

Freed!

I spit the chain out.

She arches up.

Smashing the entire length of my cock.

I begin to pant as her tits move to my mouth.

My fists are tight and crush the air.

Her beautiful areolas are painted with that special gold dust, and her nipples are so taut, my tongue plays across my lips. I can taste her sweet, southern sexiness.

She flips her hair.

It falls like a cloud on my face then floats to tease her tits.

Our eyes connect, and the flame burns us both.

I groan.

She thrusts her tits into my chest.

Her hard nipples jab me.

I moan, tortured.

She shields my eyes with her hands, blocking out the world.

There is only my Wild Thang.

Her hungry eyes devour mine.

My Wild Thang.

My Every Thang.

She puts her nose on mine. Then she smiles at me.

"I am collared, and you are claimed."

She kisses my face with little butterfly kisses while her lap dances on mine.

Unable to control it, and not caring now,

My face contorts.

"Ohhhh!"

I give her what she wants.

She blows inside my open mouth.

The lights go off!

Then she abandons me.

Darkness.

Silence.

Then I feel a rush of air.

On my wet mess.

The spotlight shines on a falling wall of water.

Whoosh!

I am drenched!

Soaked.

My sin washed away.

The emcee shouts. "Baptized!"

The crowd erupts!

The sound is deafening.

I lift my face and look at her.

She smiles sweetly at me, then asks for my hand.

I give it, and she pulls me out of the chair.

I pull her into my arms and hold her in my loving embrace.

"Wild Thang, you are truly my Every Thang!"

She buries her nose in my chest and giggles.

The announcer says, "I am honored to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Moore. Let's give him a big round of applause for being such a good sport."

The crowd erupts again.

I look down on her happiness and swat her on the ass.

Pow!

Then pick her up off her feet, throw her over my shoulder and stride off the stage.

The applause is deafening.

"That's going to leave a mark." The announcer laughs.

* * *

Siri

* * *

I kick my feet and legs and pound his back with my hands as he carries me off the stage.

The emcee says. "Where's the bachelor from Alabama? You're up, dude."

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

The lights dim as we walk through the curtain. James greets us and steers Aurei to the makeshift dressing room. When he sets me down, he gives me a big hug. "I got you good!"

He laughs. "You sure as hell did!"

The emcee says. "Where, oh where are you?

" I step back and out of my heels, then the remaining gold G-string.

I pick up the black leather thong James left me and step into it.

I glance at the monitor. The spotlight is circling the crowd.

As I pull it up, I tell Aurei. "That was my last performance as Seary, The Stripper, and I wanted it to be unforgettable. "

His face shows his love for me. "It was def that!" He steps out of wet briefs and into his dry jeans.

I giggle as I hook the cropped black leather top. I glance again at the monitor. Steve is standing by his chair. I reach in and pull my tits to the top.

"There he is! There's the bachelor from Alabama."

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

I slip a pair of black stilettos on.

"Do you dare to take Seary's Hot Seat?"

I blow Aurei a kiss and tell him as he buttons up his shirt. "One down and two to go."

"One Call Away" by Charlie Puth begins to play.

I step out of the room, back into the organized chaos of a show, and see James giving Gaby her last-minute instructions. She looks so cute standing there in her cowboy hat, daisy duke shirt, and short shorts. She is wearing a pair of ankle-high, 5" cowboy boots.

Aurei steps to the door and calls after me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I blow him a kiss as I walk up behind Gaby. I reach around her shoulders and give her a little squeeze. "Are you ready?"

She laughs and points at the monitor. "I don't know, but Steve-O certainly is!"

The monitor shows Steve bare-chested, sitting in the chair. All smiles and occasionally waving to the crowd.

"I love the enthusiasm!"

James pats her hand and tells her. "You look fabulous! You're going to do fine. Now you two get going."

I take her hand and walk her up to the opening in the curtain. I can feel her hand trembling. "Gaby." She looks at me. I take her shoulders and bring my face close to hers. I look into her eyes and tell her. "Always be unforgettable for the one you love. Always! Now be brave, baby, brave!"

She takes a deep breath. Closes her eyes. Finds her courage and says, "Let's do this."

I pat her arm and tell her. "I'm going to be right there with you. You got this."

THUMP. THUMP.

* * *

Aurei

* * *

Siri ignores me, and I chuckle. She's such a naughty tease. I watch her as she inspires Gaby. My heart swells with pride. The girl I fell in lust with is one helluva star, but the girl I fell in love with in Alabama is one helluva superstar!

I look around and see Brutus standing guard. I walk over and shake his hand. Neither of us speak of what just happened. "I better get back to the table. I can't miss Steve's bachelor party."

He grins and points the way out. I nod and head that way.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

When I open the door, Piper comes in. I just shake my head. "Oh, of course!"

We pass each other with 'shit-eating grins' on our faces, and she tells me, "SHH! Everyone has secrets!"

I look over at the stage. There is a pause in the music. I hurry through the tables, hoping I can make it back to my seat in time.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

I'm only a few tables away, but I stop and watch.

The place rocks as Siri and Gaby throw the curtain back and stomp out onto the stage to Travis Tritt's "T-R-O-U-B-L-E."

I laugh to myself. "The song choice is outstanding!"

Siri gets the crowd going and dances around Gaby as she struts her Alabama stuff and makes her way down the runway to Steve.

Siri is bending over the edge of the runway with her arms outstretched and calls with her hands for them to join in the trouble they are about to inflict on Steve.

Girls all over the room get up on the tables and dance.

The whole place is jumping like a redneck's joint should be.

Gaby is shaking her ass and owning her sexy side, bouncing and wiggling and jiggling.

When she does a bonafide hair flip, I know she's been practicing this for a while, and I wonder how long Siri had this planned.

I finish making my way to my seat, and when I sit down, Dirk leans over and shakes my hand.

We just grin at each other, then lean back and enjoy the show.

The next song is "Honey, I'm Good" by Andy Grammar, and the girls tease Steve. Siri comes up and flirts with him, and Gaby steps in and makes him choose her. Over and over again. The message is clear. There won't be any straying tolerated.

Brilliantly played.

Cat comes by and drops off a triple shot of Crown Royal neat, and I sip it. I look around the audience, and everyone is laughing and enjoying the show. Occasionally someone makes eye contact with me, and they grin.

I nod and acknowledge. I'm a relaxed and happy man.