Page 84 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

I rifled through the bag until I landed on some clothing. I hoped there was a sexy sleep set for me to wear. I looked through it, noting a cute sundress I could wear the next day. Then my eyes widened at the lingerie set that fell out.

“Holy schnikeys,” I mumbled.

“Did you say something?” he called from the next room.

“Nope. No, I’m good.” I winced. He hadn’t asked me how I was doing. Jeez.

I quickly put on the lingerie and stared at myself in themirror. “My God. I look like a porn star.”

The lacy pushup bra was at least a size too small, making my breasts seem extra big. I didn’t really need any help in that department. The closure for the bra was a huge bow. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that he’d be untying it to reveal me like a present. The matching thong was Brazilian cut, so it was basically a couple of strings of material. There were a set of shiny black four-inch heels to wear with it.

There was no need to wait, I thought, as I pushed my feet into the shoes. I went to the bathroom door, opened it, and leaned seductively against the wall.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, his socks and shoes off. For some reason, the sight of his tanned, naked feet was… turning me on. He had very nice feet, strong and well-kempt. Not like locker room feet you were afraid probably carried some sort of athlete’s foot disease or something.

He cleared his throat, and my eyes snapped up to his.

He got a small grin on his face, but his eyes were hot on my body, heavily lidded with lust. “The rest of me is getting jealous of my feet,” he said softly. He eyed my body, his eyes like lasers as they took me in from my head to heels and back again. “Come here,” he said, leaning forward until his elbows were on his knees. His voice was quiet but commanding.

When I got close enough for him to touch, he reached out and wrapped his large hands around my waist, then lifted me the rest of the way to him. He settled me with my legs straddling his, heels on the ground on either side of him.

“What are you wearing, baby?”

I put my hand on his shoulders as he leaned back a little, bringing my breasts almost flush with his face. He arched his brows at me. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

I gave him a smile. I was feeling too breathless to speak. He looked so damn hot in his state of undress that I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Then I saw the look in his eyes and settled down. I could pretend he was just another manentranced by my boobs and ass. He’s nothing special, I tried to tell myself, even though I knew that was dead wrong.

He was quickly becoming the most special person in my life, and I was afraid I was setting myself up for a heartbreak. Carmen told me to hold back my emotions, to keep my heart out of this. But I don’t think I’m made that way.

“I’m here to do whatever you want me to,” I said, leaning in to whisper it in his ear, making sure my breasts were crushed against his hard chest.

I heard his slight intake of breath. “Yeah?” He grabbed me by the waist again and flipped me around so fast my head spun. Suddenly, we were both on our feet and he was walking me towards the huge wall of windows that made up one part of the bedroom. “What if I want a bunch of people to watch me fuck you?” he asked as he nibbled my earlobe and kissed down the side of my neck.

I sucked in a breath, not sure how I felt about that.

“Yeah, baby,” he breathed against my neck as he bit the tender place near my shoulder, “that’s exactly what I want.” He untied the bow and my breasts tumbled free from the too-tight restraints. He caught them in his hands, weighing them, caressing them, pinching the nipples, and leaning forward to suck on them.

When we reached the window, he pressed a button switching the glass from opaque to see-through again. Then he pushed me against it, flattening my breasts a little against the window. I gasped at the coolness of the glass on my fevered skin.

“You like that?” he asked grinding his hard cock against my ass.

“Yes,” I moaned out as he gently worked my legs wider and wider apart. He pushed me harder against the window, as he bent me over and pushed two fingers inside me.

“Oh,” I cried out, throwing my head back. He caught my hair in his hands twirling it around one of his fists and pulling my head back even further, opening up my throat to himcompletely. He grabbed it with his other hand and squeezed a little. “Mmm,” I writhed back against him as he continued to thrust his fingers deeper and deeper.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Y… yes.”

“Put your hands on the glass for support,” he ordered, and I did what he said. “Fuck,” he bit out. “Look at yourself in the glass.”

I watched my reflection in shock. My breasts were pushed against the window. His hand was around my throat. My ass was pushed out, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was about to happen.

“Look down there,” he said, letting go of my hair a little so I could. There was a large crowd of people walking by. They were too far below for me to really see what they were doing. It didn’t look as if any of them were watching us, but just the thought that they could be made me nervous.

“Oh,” I said, trying to pull back from view.

“No, baby. This is what I want. Let them see me fucking you. Let them see you’re mine.” He got closer to my ear, and his tone softened. “Even if they can see us, they wouldn’t be able to see your face, Daisy.”