THE POKER BET!

[infamousg1203]

The bass thrummed through my chest as soon as I stepped into the club, the air thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and desire. Neon lights flickered in sync with the pulsing rhythm, casting the room in a kaleidoscope of colors. My eyes scanned the crowd, drawn immediately to the bar where she stood—Sarah. Her green eyes were like a beacon, her long, curly brown hair cascading over her shoulders. The red dress she wore clung to her curves like it was made just for her, and her smile God, that smile lit up the entire room.
I felt a pull, an invisible thread drawing me toward her. My heart pounded as I imagined my hands on her waist, my lips brushing against hers. She’s mine, I thought, the thought electric, intoxicating. I made my move, weaving through the crowd, my eyes locked on hers.
But before I could reach her, a man appeared out of nowhere, his arm slinging possessively around her waist. He was tall, broad shouldered, wearing a baseball cap tilted back and a gold chain that gleamed under the lights. His eyes locked onto mine, a challenge in his gaze. “Hey, baby,” he said, his voice low but loud enough for me to hear. “Who’s this?”
I didn’t flinch. Instead, I extended a hand, my voice calm, confident. “Name’s M. And you?”
The tension was palpable. Sarah hesitated, her eyes darting between us before she finally spoke. “This is Henry. My… boyfriend.” Her voice wavered slightly, and I raised an eyebrow. Interesting.
Henry’s gaze sharpened, his grip on Sarah tightening. “Something you need, M?”
I smirked, leaning casually against the bar. “Just admiring your girl. She’s stunning.” I let the compliment hang in the air, watching as Sarah’s cheeks flushed. Henry’s jaw tightened, but I pressed on. “You a gambler, Henry?”
He narrowed his eyes. “What’s it to you?”
“I’ll play you,” I said, my tone smooth, daring. “Poker. For something… interesting.”
Henry’s lips curled into a smirk, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. “What’s on the table?”
I glanced at Sarah, letting my gaze linger just long enough to make her squirm. “If I win, I take her out.” My words were deliberate, my confidence unshakable.
Henry let out a bark of laughter, but there was a flicker of unease in his expression. “And if I win?”
“You get my car. A Benz.” I shrugged, as if it were nothing. “Fair?”
His eyes lit up at that, the greedy glint unmistakable. He was in. Sarah looked between us, her green eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Henry…” she started, but he cut her off.
“Relax, baby. I’ve got this.” He turned to me, his smirk widening. “Let’s play.”
We found a table, the cards dealt with a swift shuffle. As we played, I made sure to keep Sarah’s attention. “You’re the most beautiful woman in this room,” I said, my voice low, intimate. Her breath hitched, and I reached out, brushing my fingers against the back of her hand. “Your eyes… they’re breathtaking.”
Henry’s jaw clenched, his frustration mounting as I continued to flirt with his girl. But I played my hand carefully, losing a few rounds to keep things interesting, letting him think he had the upper hand. His confidence grew with each win, his smirks becoming more arrogant. But I was biding my time.
The final round came, and I made my move. I let out a loud sigh, throwing my hands up in mock desperation. “Looks like I’m about to lose,” I said, my voice dripping with defeat. Henry’s smirk was practically a sneer now, but then I revealed my cards. A flush. I leaned back in my chair, my smile slow, deliberate. “Guess I win.”
Henry slammed his fist on the table, his face red with anger. “You son of a…”
“A bet’s a bet,” I interrupted, my voice calm but firm. I turned to Sarah, my gaze locking onto hers. “You’re coming with me.”
She hesitated, her eyes darting to Henry, but then she nodded, a small, secretive smile playing on her lips. I stood, offering her my hand. As she took it, I pulled her close, my arm wrapping around her waist. She felt perfect against me, her body warm, her scent intoxicating.
Henry stood, his fists clenched, but I turned to him, my voice low, commanding. “You can watch, but you turn around. Don’t look. Just listen.”
His face twisted in rage, but he didn’t argue. We took the elevator up to a suite, the tension between Sarah and me almost electric. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pinned her against the wall, my lips crashing onto hers. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping my shirt as I explored her mouth with my tongue.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered against her lips, my hands sliding down to her ass, squeezing. She whimpered, her body arching into mine.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible but filled with need.
I carried her to the bed, laying her down gently before climbing on top of her. My hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. She lay beneath me in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties, her body perfect, her skin begging to be touched.
I kissed my way down her neck, my hands cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her nipples were hard, and I groaned as I leaned down to suck one through the lace. Her back arched, her hands tangling in my hair.
“M,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Please…”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her stomach until I reached the waistband of her panties. I hooked my fingers into them, pulling them down and tossing them aside. Her pussy was already wet, the scent of her arousal driving me wild.
I spread her legs, my tongue delving into her folds. She cried out, her hands gripping the sheets as I licked and sucked, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips bucking against my face. “Yes, yes, yes…”
I didn’t let up, my tongue flicking her clit until she came with a scream, her body shaking beneath me. I kissed my way back up her body, my Dick hard and aching as I positioned myself between her legs.
“Look at me,” I commanded, my voice rough with desire. Her eyes met mine, and I thrust into her, sheathing myself completely. She cried out, her nails digging into my back as I began to move, each thrust deeper, harder.
“You’re mine,” I growled, my voice low, possessive. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, her legs wrapping around my waist as I drove into her again and again.
“Louder,” I demanded, my pace quickening.
“I’m yours!” she screamed, her body convulsing with another orgasm.
I could hear Henry in the corner, his breathing ragged, his anger palpable. But I didn’t care. I focused on Sarah, on the way her body felt, the way she screamed my name as I claimed her.
I was close, my balls tightening as I thrust into her one last time. “Cum with me,” I growled, and she did, her body clenching around me as I drained my balls inside her.
“Mine,” I whispered, my chest heaving as I collapsed on top of her.
“Yours,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
I smiled,falling asleep while her head is on my chest.

[Pa****]

I really like this story ;) ummmm