Clubbing With Don - Sex Stories

Clubbing With Don

... him.

The grin that lit his face could have lit up the whole club. “Say you have to make a call and I will take you upstairs.”

I told the group I needed to call my mom to update her and needed somewhere a bit quieter. Don volunteered a room upstairs and, as it was his father’s club, he had access to the place. He said he would follow me as he wanted to smoke too.

We excused ourselves from the group and headed upstairs. Once we were out of the line of vision of the group, his hand was on my waist, holding me close as he guided me through the crowd. He waves his hand at the bouncer and he let us go through with a brief nod.

“Don’t let anyone in for a while,” Don told him and tipped him off.

The room was unlit and dusky, the club music strongly muted out while still being comfortably audible. There were many smooth, dark leather sofas and chairs.

I barely had a chance to take in my bearings when he turned me around to crush his mouth to mine in a deep kiss. My arms went to wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He pressed me against the door and it shook slightly, making me groan.

“Thought you were gonna fuck your boyfriend tonight,” he growled as his mouth moved down my jawline to my neck.

I gasped and moaned, my head tilting to the side to expose more of my flesh to his wandering lips. “Yeah... well, it’s your lucky day he isn’t here.”

I didn’t know what it was about Don. I couldn’t stand him, but somehow that only made me want him ...

... more since I had gotten so pissed off with my boyfriend. He was arrogant, smug, cocky and full of himself… but fuck, that only turned me on more right then. He was everything my boyfriend wasn’t, and he didn’t care that I was taken. He still fucked me every chance he got.

I grabbed the back of his head to pull his mouth back to mine as my tongue darted into his mouth, kissing him passionately. His hands slid around my waist, down to my ass, squeezing it as he pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his erection press against me as I ground back against him.

I bit on his bottom lip and tugged as he pulled away. “Someone’s needy today,” he growled.

“Fuck me. We don’t have a lot of time,” I gasped out as my hands slid down to the front of his pants, working the buckle of his belt open. I tugged the zipper down and slipped my hand inside, slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers to wrap my fingers around his length. “I need you inside me,” I whispered against his mouth.

He let out a long breath and thankfully didn’t need to be told twice. He flipped me around and lifted up the hem of my dress. He positioned me forward until I was leaning against the table, presenting myself to him. I helped him shimmy my panties down my legs as he pushed his pants down to his ankles.

“Hurry,” I hissed back at him as he positioned himself between my legs. “Fuck me. Please!”

“You need my cock, huh? Tell me how much you need it,” he taunted cockily.

The bastard. I pushed my ...