Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

They danced through two more songs, the heat between them rising with every grind, every possessive squeeze, and every whispered filthy promise.

Sophie’s body moved like it was made for his, rolling, pressing, teasing until Stan’s cock was achingly hard and her dress was slightly disheveled from his roaming hands.

By the time the DJ slowed things down even further, they were both breathing heavily, skin flushed, eyes dark with barely-contained lust.

The party began to wind down around them.

People exchanged goodbyes, the music softened, and the crowd thinned.

Stan kept one arm firmly around Sophie’s waist as they made their way out, her body still brushing against his with every step.

The cool night air hit them as they stepped outside, a welcome contrast to the heated club atmosphere, but it did little to calm the fire raging between them.

They reached Stan’s sleek Lamborghini parked under the glow of the streetlights.

The black and gold beast gleamed, low and powerful, a perfect extension of the man who drove it.

Stan opened the passenger door for Sophie, his hand lingering on the small of her back as she slid in, her tight black mini dress riding up her thick thighs just enough to make his jaw tighten.

He climbed into the driver’s seat, the luxurious leather hugging his frame, the ambient lights casting a soft red glow across the cockpit.

The engine roared to life with a deep, throaty growl that vibrated through their bodies. Stan pulled out smoothly onto the quiet streets, the city lights blurring past as he accelerated.

After a few seconds of comfortable, charged silence, his hand resting high on her thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles on her soft skin, he glanced over at her. ”Your place, right?”

Sophie turned to him with a loving, radiant smile that made something twist warmly in his chest.

She placed her hand over his on her thigh, squeezing gently. ”Actually... let’s go to Maya’s place tonight. That’s where the surprise event is set up.”

Stan’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, his grip on the steering wheel tightening for a second as the words sank in. ’Event? Not just a surprise, a full-on event.’

His mind raced, replaying earlier conversations about ’cooperation” between the women in his life. Cooperation... Event... Wait, did they plan a threesome? Fuck...’

The realization hit him like a shot of pure adrenaline mixed with disbelief and raw, throbbing excitement. His cock, already half-hard from the dance, twitched noticeably in his pants.

He shot her a quick, heated glance, trying to read her expression in the passing streetlights.

Sophie noticed immediately. Her smile turned playful and knowing, a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes as she leaned closer, her full breasts pressing softly against his arm.

”You okay there, baby?” she asked, voice low and teasing, her fingers tracing lightly up his thigh toward the growing bulge. ”You look like you just pieced something together.”

Stan let out a low, rough chuckle, shifting in his seat as the Lamborghini purred down the road.

The luxurious interior felt smaller, hotter, the air thick with anticipation. ”Maya’s place, huh? An event?”

He raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding higher up her thigh, fingers slipping just under the hem of her dress to brush the warm, bare skin there. ”You girls have been plotting. Care to give me a hint about what I’m walking into?”

Sophie bit her lip, her breath catching as his fingers teased higher.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear while her hand boldly cupped the hard outline of his cock through his pants, giving it a slow, promising squeeze.

”You’ll see soon enough,” she whispered huskily, stroking him lightly. ”But let’s just say... we’ve all been talking. Cooperating. And tonight, we want to take care of you properly. All of us.”

The implication hung heavy in the air, sending Stan’s pulse racing.

Images flashed through his mind, Maya’s sultry smile, Sophie’s lush curves, the possibility of both women focused on him. His foot pressed a little harder on the accelerator, the Lamborghini surging forward smoothly through the night.

”Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, voice thick with lust and a touch of awe. ”You’re really going to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”

Sophie laughed softly, the sound warm and affectionate, but laced with heat.

She kept her hand on him, stroking teasingly as the city lights gave way to the quieter drive toward Maya’s.

”Only in the best way, baby. Just relax and enjoy the ride. The real surprise starts when we walk through that door.”

Stan’s hand tightened on her thigh, possessively squeezing the soft, thick flesh as the tension and excitement built with every mile.

The night was far from over, and whatever ”event” the women had planned, he was already rock-hard and ready to dive in.

The Lamborghini sliced through the night streets like a shadow, its powerful engine a low, constant rumble that matched the heavy pulse of desire in Stan’s veins.

Sophie’s hand stayed boldly on his lap, fingers tracing the rigid length of his cock through his pants with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing, squeezing, never quite giving him the friction he craved.

Every touch sent sparks racing up his spine.

Stan’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, knuckles occasionally whitening as he navigated the roads.

His other hand remained high on her thigh, fingers slipping further beneath the hem of her tight black mini dress, stroking the silky warmth of her inner thigh.

The higher he went, the hotter her skin felt, and he could already sense the damp heat radiating from her core.

”You’re really not going to tell me more?” he asked, voice low and rough, glancing over at her.

The dashboard lights cast a seductive red glow across her face, highlighting her full lips and the lust-darkened eyes that met his.

Sophie smiled that loving, sinful smile again, leaning over the center console so her heavy breasts pressed warmly against his arm.

Her breath tickled his ear as she whispered, ”Patience, baby. You’ve been so good tonight, winning the game, dancing with me like that... We all agreed you deserve to be spoiled.”

Her fingers tightened around his throbbing cock, giving it a firm pump through the fabric. ”Maya’s been dying to see you. And after everything we talked about... cooperation felt right.”

Stan’s breath hitched, his hips instinctively pushing up into her hand. ’Cooperation huh?’

Never once had he thought that he’ll be excited by this word...

The word echoed in his head, fueling the filthy images flashing through his mind, Sophie and Maya’s bodies intertwined with his, soft curves, eager mouths, shared pleasure.

His cock twitched hard under her palm. ”You two are going to be the death of me,” he growled, but there was no complaint in his tone, only raw hunger.

She laughed softly, the sound husky and affectionate, and nipped at his earlobe. ”Good. Because we plan on riding you until you can’t think straight.”

Her hand continued its torturous teasing, rubbing him with just enough pressure to keep him aching as the city lights thinned and they turned into a quieter, upscale residential area.

The drive felt both endless and too short. Stan’s free hand ventured higher, fingertips brushing the edge of her panties. He could feel how soaked she already was, the fabric clinging to her swollen folds.

Sophie moaned quietly, thighs parting slightly to give him better access, her own hand stroking him faster in response.

”Fuck, Sophie...” he muttered, voice strained. ”You’re dripping for this, aren’t you?”

”Mmm-hmm,” she breathed, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his neck. ”We both are.”

Soon the Lamborghini slowed, turning into a familiar driveway. Maya’s place was a sleek, modern home with warm lights glowing from the windows, casting inviting pools of gold onto the manicured lawn.

Stan parked smoothly beside what he assumed was Maya’s car, killing the engine.

The sudden silence was filled only by their heavy breathing and the faint ticking of the cooling motor.

He turned to Sophie, eyes intense. Before he could speak, she cupped his face and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding, lips devouring, full of promise and affection.

When they broke apart, her lipstick slightly smudged and her chest heaving, she whispered against his mouth, ”Ready for your surprise event, baby?”

Stan’s heart hammered. He nodded, a predatory smirk tugging at his lips despite the wild mix of surprise, nerves, and overwhelming arousal churning inside him. ”Yes Sophie.”

They stepped out of the car. The night air felt charged as Sophie took his hand, interlacing their fingers, and they walked up the short walkway to Maya’s front door.

Her hips swayed enticingly in that tight black dress with every step, her thick ass a hypnotic sight that kept his gaze locked low.