The high-stakes gala at the Sterling Heights Hotel was the crown jewel of the city's social calendar-and the perfect hunting ground. My ex, Julian, would be there, probably expecting to see me withered and broken. Instead, I arrived in a dress of liquid gold that clung to every curve of my body figure, slit so high that every step teased the viewers with a glimpse of my inner thighs.
I wasn't looking for Julian. I was looking for his greatest business rival, Elias Thorne.
Elias was a man built of muscle and cold ambition, but the moment he saw me, his eyes darkened with a heat that had nothing to do with business. I approached him at the private balcony, the scent of expensive bourbon and my own arousal hanging in the air.
"I heard you were mourning," Elias rumbled, his gaze locked on the breasts' shape straining against the gold silk.
"I'm celebrating," I whispered, stepping into his space. "And I want to celebrate with you."
I didn't wait for an invite. I reached down and palmed him through his custom-tailored slacks. His dick shape was monstrous-thick, long, and already rock-hard. I could feel the throb against my palm. I led him to the darkened library, locking the heavy oak doors behind us.
I turned around and bent over the mahogany desk, my pearls clattering against the wood. I hooked my fingers into my lace thong and pulled it aside, revealing my pussy shape-plump, swollen, and already pussy dripping with a slick, translucent heat that caught the dim light.
"Fuck," Elias growled. He didn't waste time. He was behind me in an instant, his hands gripping my hips so hard they'd leave bruises.
He started with a rough, wet licking and frolicking, his tongue driving deep into my slit, tasting the salt and the honey of my desperation. I arched my back, my body figure a perfect invitation. The sucking sounds he made as he worked my clit with his lips sent shivers straight to my core.
When he finally entered me, it was a brutal, glorious invasion. He filled me completely, stretching my walls to their limit. Every thrust was a wet, slapping sound that echoed in the silent library. I felt my pussy clenching around him, milking every inch of his thick length.
"Julian is a fool," he hissed into my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe.
The mention of his name sent me over the edge. The pressure built, a heavy, liquid fire in my lower belly. I let out a choked scream as the squirt hit the mahogany desk, a hot, rhythmic spray that soaked Elias's shirt and the documents beneath us.
I was still pulsing when he hit his limit. He growled, his body tensing as he delivered a massive creampie, the warm cum surging into me in thick, heavy pulses. I felt the cum overflowing, trickling down my legs and onto the expensive rug.
I stood up, adjusting my dress, feeling the heavy wetness between my legs. I looked at Elias, who was still catching his breath.
"That was for Julian," I said with a sharp, predatory smile. "But the next one? That's just for me
