Page 200 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I couldn’t wait to see him. I’d been trying my best to get him free. But I hadn’t found my lesser true love yet, or Tanner would have told me he was free. And I could use a night off from fucking my way through the city. All I wanted to do was seduce my boyfriend.
I quickly changed into some sexy black lingerie with stockings and snapped him a picture to tease him. “This is what my date is going to be enjoying tonight,” I texted and hit send.
I was so excited that it would be Tanner enjoying it.
WAIT. What if he was free? What if he came home early to tell me? What if my whoring around had actually worked?!
I couldn’t wait to climb him. I pulled a long black gown over my lingerie. I’d been waiting to wear this for him. It made my boobs look amazing and the gown had the world’s highest slit. Tanner was going to devour me.
Nope. I was going to devour him. I was finally going to get to shove his huge cock into my mouth!
My phone buzzed again. I had a text from the Society app: “Your date has arrived.”
I hurried downstairs and saw a limo waiting for me. There was a handsome guy in a chauffeur uniform with a sign with my name on it.
My heart sunk. If Tanner was home, he would have sent Nigel to pick me up for our date. Not this guy. Right?
“Are you Ash?” the chauffeur asked in a sexy Irish accent.
I nodded.
He opened the door for me. I climbed in and he started driving.
My phone buzzed with a text from Tanner: “You look amazing. I hope your surprise enjoys stripping those stockings off you as much as I would. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”
My eyes grew round. Oh.Oooh.Tanner must have picked out a guy that he thought might be my lesser true love.
I’d really wanted Tanner to enjoy this outfit. And for a few minutes there, I thought I might have freed him. Apparently my work was not done yet.
And if Tanner wanted this chauffeur to enjoy this outfit instead... I looked up at the front seat at the guy Tanner had picked. He really had sent quite a hunk for me.
Well, here goes nothing.I slipped out of my dress and climbed into the front.
“Hey, you need to sit down...” the chauffeur’s voice trailed off when he saw that I’d stripped out of my dress.
“No, sir, I thinkyouneed to sit down.” I shook my head. He was already sitting. Why was I so bad at sexy talk? Before he could respond to my silly comment, I unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants. And then I pushed down his boxers, leaned over, and wrapped my lips around his tip.
He groaned and buried his fingers in my hair. “How about you climb into the backseat?” he said in his sexy accent.
Sounds good to me.I pulled my lips off his shaft and climbed back into my seat as he put the limo into park.
He climbed into the back seat too. “Now bend over.”
I got down on all fours on the seat and arched my back.
His fingers wrapped around the sides of my thong and he slowly lowered it down my thighs. His hand ran back up the inside of my thigh and his fingers brushed against my wetness. He groaned. “You’re so wet for me.”
I’d actually been picturing Tanner behind me. But whatever floated this guy’s boat.
He grabbed my hips and slowly slid inside of me.
I moaned.
His fingers dug into my hips as he started fucking me.
God, yes.I slammed my hand against the window. I turned around to see him. I had red hair. And this guy was Irish. Maybewe were a match.Please be my lesser true love, you sexy Irish hunk.
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