Simone flips around and slams her ass into my groin, causing my fucking eyes to cross from the good and the bad. With the beat of the song, she twerks her ass up and down my dick. Everything in me screams to get the fuck out of here, but her shiny gold dress mesmerizes me. Still, she won’t control me. I’ve let people rule me for way too long.
I grab Simone’s hips, and instead of pushing her away, I jam mine against her ass, throwing her off balance. Ironically, even though I’m still rubbing against her, it calms me somewhat, being on my terms.
Simone leans her back against me, gluing her ass to my crotch. She turns her head toward me, snagging my gaze before I shove her away. But then I grab her arm, spinning her to me. The surprise on her face is a Times Square billboard.
Her mouth falls open, dazed. I retake her hand and hold it over her head to twirl her a few times. Simone falls against me, and the front of her dress shifts, revealing more of her left tit. What I’d give to suck on her nipple straining against the gold.
Craving Simone’s body, I pull her against me and slide my hands down her back, and she shivers. Her skin is silky smooth, so I slide further down to grab her ass, pushing myself against her. I swear I feel her pussy lips through her dress.
Simone melts in my arms. We dance, but we’re humping each other more than anything else, like we did at the bar in front of everyone. Afterward, amid Smirnoff and Absolut, we fucked against a wall. As much as Simone claims to hate me, she has no problem dry-fucking me in public or all-out screwing me in private.
I grind faster, and her whimpers harden me. Simone feels it and opens her thighs more. She clutches my shoulders and moans in my ear. Getting carried away, I lift her ass, hitting her sweet spot. I know this because she leans her head back and shrieks with the music.
Simone looks up at me with her chest heaving. “There’s no way you’re helping me this time out of the goodness of your heart.”
I lick my lips, trying to think of something other than wanting to make her life as miserable as mine. “Maybe not.” Her tongue glides over her bright red bottom lip, and it zings me everywhere.
Simone reaches under my untucked shirt and grabs my belt buckle, jerking me closer to her. She arches an eyebrow. “You want me to be like your sex slave? Am I supposed to climb on top of you and ride your dick whenever you snap your fingers?” That’d be nice.
I shrug and speak before I know what I’m saying. “If getting your money is worth it. I decide when we fuck. Or not.” What the hell did I suggest?

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