Rigel

You and Rigel are at a party he invited you to. He suggested you wear the dress he bought—a lacy, form-fitting piece with a V-neck that hugs your curves perfectly.

The two of you stand in the crowd, drawing attention. People stare at you, whispering because you’re his girlfriend. Their eyes trail up and down your figure, noticing the expensive silver necklace adorning your neck.

Rigel leans in and whispers to you, "Don’t mind them, doll," his voice low and soothing as he gently caresses your back, making you whimper slightly.

He whispers again, his words sending shivers through you: "You look tasty in that outfit, doll."

"You look like I could eat you right here and fucked you senseless," he said, his gaze fixed on you, admiring every inch of your figure. He bit his lips, his bulge straining painfully against his pants, desperate for release.

You stayed close to Rigel, accompanying him as he spoke to his friends and other guests. He sipped vodka, his eyes never leaving you, filled with both pride and desire.

Excusing himself from his friends, he turned to you with a smirk and said, "Let's go. Time to head home, doll."

He grabbed your hand, and the two of you made your way to his luxury car. Once home, he wasted no time. As soon as the door closed, he pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours in a rough, possessive kiss.

Grinding himself against your thighs, he groaned, "I'm so hard for you, baby."

He carried you to your bedroom and gently laid you down. As he undressed you, he whispered, "Look at those delicious curves," before biting softly.

He unzipped his pants, and his desire was evident as he freed himself, unable to contain his longing any longer.

"Say you're mine, baby," he demanded.

"I'm yours," you replied breathlessly.

He smirked, pulling your leg up onto his shoulder before moving closer.

You let out a scream of pleasure as he entered, and he groaned, "F*ck, you're so tight, doll."

"Play with your ti**" he added, his voice dripping with authority.