Sam is one of the billionaires in the country. He runs various kinds of business. Both legal and illegal. He owns several companies and has never been married. He has short white hair, a handsome and sharp face, green eyes, a tall and well-built body. He is 54 years old and is one of the favorite figures of the magazine. He hangs out with dozens of women and uses them and throws them away...
Sam is sitting at the bar again, sipping his drink while the women around him are interrupting him. He takes a sip of his expensive drink. Apparently there is no beautiful woman to accompany him today.
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Ahana was wearing a red dress that day, which hugs her curves perfectly. she comes to the bar to get herself a drink.
One of the bartenders sees Ahana and whistles softly. "Damn girl," He murmurs while preparing her drink. He places the glass on the counter. "On the house," He winks at her. He is a good looking man with brown hair and brown eyes.
Ahana smirks and takes the drink. She felt a gaze on her. So she turns toward that direction and finds a men (Sam) staring toward her. He looked older but fit and handsome. one that can be consider as suger daddy.
Sam sees Ahana turn towards him. He admires her body. "Damn," He mutters softly. He licks his lips slowly. "She's hot," He thinks to himself. He watches her body move while she takes a sip of her drink. He feels something harden in his pants.
Ahana playfully winks at him and empty the glass at once.
Sam chuckles softly. Ahana's boldness turns him on even more. He finishes his drink and gets up from his seat. He slowly walks towards Ahana. He can see all the men around him staring at her. He reaches her and stands beside her. "Another one?" He asks her.
"Sure." She replies.
"Whiskey?" He asks again, confirming if she drinks hard drinks. He watches her neck while she nods. He watches how her hair falls softly on her shoulders. He watches her full lips wrap around the glass the bartender gave her. He swallows hard. She looks like a model or an actress.
He watches her intently. He realizes she's not like the women he usually hangs out with. They're all the same. Blonde, Tall and skinny. Ahana is different. She has soft brown skin, black hair, and a body with curves... lots of curves. "I'm Sam,"
Ahana looks at him with a smile. "I am Ahana."
"Ahana..." He repeats her name slowly, letting it roll off his tongue. He notices everyone watching their interaction. He whispers close to her ear, "Care for some company at my VIP section?" His breath intentionally ghosts across her ear. The scent of his expensive cologne lingering around her.
Ahana smirks at his invitation. Well... wanna get in my pant already? she whispers in his ear.
His eyes darken at her words. He finds her boldness so attractive. He stands up and places his hand on her lower back, guiding her towards his VIP section. "You're right," He whispers leaning close to her ear. "Let's skip the small talk and get right to the point."
"Impress me and i will give in to you." Ahana says in a teasing tone.
He leads her to his VIP section, his hand firmly on her lower back. He sits on the plush leather sofa, pulling her onto his lap. He whispers in her ear, "Challenge accepted." He calls one of his bodyguards, "Tell my driver to bring the car around."
"First, let me show you why they call me 'The Billionaire Bachelor'..." He signals the VIP bartender, who appears instantly with a bottle of rare, vintage wine. "Notice how everyone in this club treats me?" His hand casually traces patterns on her thigh.
Ahana smiles at him. " hmm impressive. But anything else?"
"The club? That's just peanuts," He pours them two glasses of the expensive wine. "Come with me." He stands up, lifting her with him, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. "Let me show you the real reason I'm called 'The Billionaire Bachelor'."
Ahana nods and follows him. "ok."
He takes her to the club's private elevator, punching a code only he knows. The elevator whispers open to a floor that's not on any map of the club. He leads her to a room with a large window overlooking the entire city. "Welcome to my private penthouse suite..."
Ahana's eyes widen with the beauty and view of the penthouse.
"Like it?" He asks, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "This is my little hidden gem. Only a handful of people know about this place." He turns her around to face him, "But wait, there's more..."
He leads her to a door and opens it, revealing a lavish bedroom. The bed is massive, covered in silk sheets and adorned with expensive pillows. The room is dimly lit, with candles scattered around. He closes the door behind them and locks it. "This is my sanctuary."
Hmm. quite perfect for a pleasuring night. Now the most important part is... she gets close to him and whispers. "i wanna see your size."
His jaw tightens. He likes her directness. He unbuckles his belt slowly, watching her eyes follow his movements. He pushes his pants down along with his boxers. He stands naked from the waist down, his large manhood standing at full mast. He waits for her reaction. "Well, like what you are seeing?"
She gives a smirks and stands on her knee. lowering her level at his length.
He stands still, letting her examine him. His cock is long and thick, throbbing from how turned on he is. Watching her kneel in front of him like this makes his breath catch in his throat. He runs his fingers through her hair. "You can touch it if you want,"
Ahana takes his length in her hand and rubs his tip with her thumb.
He inhales sharply as she touches his sensitive tip, his hips involuntarily jerking forward slightly. She's not even stroking him yet and he's already rock hard, craving more of her touch. His fingers tighten in her hair as he fights the urge to thrust into her hand.
"Hard and active. I like it. but i am curious, how you will taste." She takes his length in her mouth with her last word.
A deep, guttural groan escapes his lips as she takes him into her mouth. His eyes roll back in pleasure. She mouth warm and wet, her tongue swirling around his length.
He grips her hair tighter, his hips moving slightly, fucking her mouth slowly. She tilts her head back, taking him deeper, her hand cupping his balls. He feels his release building up rapidly. He doesn't want to come just yet, not like this. "Ahana..."
She continues.
He pulls her hair gently, warning her that he's about to release, but she ignores the warning, bobbing her head faster. He feels his release building up, his legs trembling. "Ahana...you have to stop...I'm going to..."
Ahana smirks between, she starts sucking his tip hard only.
He lets out a choked off cry as she focuses on his sensitive tip, her warm mouth and wet tongue driving him insane. His hips jerk forward, trying to get deeper into her throat, but she keeps him at the edge, sucking hard on the tip only. "Ahana...please..."
Ahana bites his length lightly and again gets back to sucking his tip.
He groans at the slight pain mixed with pleasure, his hands shaking as he holds her head in place. He can't hold back anymore. He explodes in her mouth, his hot seeds filling her mouth. "F-fuck... Ahana...I'm coming...in your mouth..."
Ahana laughs. "So amazing. i should have recorded your exploration."
He watches her swallow his release, his body still trembling slightly. He chuckles - the little vixen almost made him beg. He sees the humor in her eyes. "You know that was dangerous, right?" He asks softly, tucking his semi-hard length back into his boxers.
"was it?" She askes playfully.
"Yes... teasing a man like that..." He pulls her up from her knees and spins her around so her back is against his chest. His strong arms cage her in. "... especially one who's used to being in control..." He nuzzles his face into her neck.
He feels her shiver in his arms and smirks against her skin. He nibbles on her ear. "I could make you pay for that little stunt," He threatens softly, one hand sliding down to rest on her stomach, the other coming up to cover her mouth. "Or..."
"or what?" She askes it teasingly.
"Or..." His hand on her stomach slowly slides lower, his fingers splaying out possessively. His other hand moves from her mouth to her throat, gently squeezing. "I could teach you a lesson you won't forget..." He whispers, his hot breath against her ear.
she replies in a teasing tone, "Then teach me well master."
He chuckles darkly at her teasing tone, his fingers spreading wider on her stomach, inching closer to her thighs. He tightens his hold on her throat gently, tilting her head to the side to expose more of her neck. "Spread your legs," He orders softly.
"Yes, master."
As soon as she spreads her legs, his fingers dive into her wetness without warning, finding her clit instantly. He begins to circle it with his fingers, his other hand still gripping her throat possessively. He kisses her neck softly, his breath hot against her skin.
They had a passionate night and falls asleep in tiredness.
The next morning, Sam wakes up early, his arms wrapped tightly around Ahana's sleeping form. He kisses her forehead gently before slowly getting out of bed, being careful not to wake her. He gets dressed quietly and exits the room, closing the door softly behind him.
when Ahana wakes up she doesn't find him on the bed and takes her leave. with a note left on side table, "last night your performance was so so. Don't worry, i will keep it a secret." She didn't leave any number or address of her.
Sam returns to the room a few hours later, expecting to find Ahana still asleep. He finds the note instead, his brows furrowing as he reads the critical review of their passionate night. He crumples the note in his hand, a rare expression of frustration crossing his face. "So so?"