Greyson stopped in his track and turned around to see his father standing at the stairs.
"None of your business."
"Don't think that I have no idea what you're doing every night." Scott sternly said. Greyson chuckled.
"So, you do know? Well, then that's good." Greyson continued stepping to the front door as he heard his father spoke.
"Stop messing around. You have to find someone who can gives you children, Greyson. Remember we need heirs and you're my only son." Scott coughed a bit after he finished talking.
Looking through his shoulder, Greyson uttered, "Ain't got no time for that." Then he left and slammed the door closed.
It was Saturday night and Greyson was hanging out at a bar in the club he usually go. He was drinking alone until a lady who dressed in a black tube dress showed up and put her arm around him.
"Hey, handsome. What are you doing here...alone?" She asked sexily.
Instead of answering the question, Greyson checked her out from head to toe and he bit his lower lip as his eyes stared at her breasts. The lady chuckled.
"Naughty eyes. You know, there's a room-"
Before the lady could even finish, Greyson grabbed her arm and made his way towards the crowd of people dancing, leading to the back of the club.
"So aggressive. I like." She muttered. They ended up being in a small room at the back of the club. Greyson threw the lady on the bed and closed the door. She laid there voluptuously trying to seduce Greyson.
Greyson who was leaning on the door, smirked. "Strip for me."
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That lady sat on the edge of the bed. She made an eye contact with Greyson while bringing her hands to touch herself. Her moves were painfully slow to Greyson's eyes that it made him feel impatient.
She stood up and turned her back to Greyson. Greyson's eyes followed to where her hands were heading. His throat bobbed when he saw her slipped her hands under her short dress.
"Fuck." He cursed under his breath as the lady slid her panties down her legs.
That lady turned around and held her panties, smirking before throwing that piece of cloth to Greyson. In a blink of an eye, Greyson was standing right in front of her.
"I really hate being teased." Then, he pushed her on the bed.
"Really? How would I know?" The lady purposely lifted her leg and brought it up to stroke Greyson's thigh. She stopped on his groin, causing him to close his eyes at the touch.
Greyson jumped on the bed and straddled her. The lady lifted her hands to touch Greyson but he pinned them down and said, "You've been a bad girl, you naughty slut."
"Then teach me how to be good, daddy."
Greyson smirked. He released her hands and took off his jacket along with his shirt underneath. When the lady tried to unbuckle his jeans, Greyson stopped her immediately.
"Not so fast." He spoke while bringing her hands above her head, pinning them with one hand. Greyson slipped his free hand under her tight dress finding its way to her beaver.
"Aaahhhh!" She moaned as she felt Greyson rubbed his fingers on her clit. He quickened his pace and when she was wet enough he stopped.
"Clean them." He commanded as he brought his fingers to her face. The lady did as what she was told, sucking on Greyson's fingers, tasting herself.
Greyson started to undo his pants. He slid his boxers down to his ankle and looked at the lady. She smirked as she saw his already hard erection.
"You're big."
"I know you want this, don't you?" Greyson asked before he leaned down and ripped off her dress.
"Yes, daddy. Please fuck me and make me scream loud."
"The name is Greyson." He said before continued. "I'm gonna make you lose your voice tonight, baby."
Greyson kissed her neck roughly and left some hickeys on her skin. The lady screamed pleasurably when Greyson squeezed her breast hard while sucking on her nipple, biting it. It hurt but she liked the pain.
Greyson reached for his wallet in his jeans pocket. He took out a packet of condom and ripped it, rolled the thin rubber sheath on his hard member. Though the club usually provided condoms he preferred using the one he always brought. It's just his style.
"Get on all fours." Greyson ordered and the lady obeyed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards his manhood. Then he slid in.
"Ahhhhh!! Grey-"
Greyson wrapped his fingers around her mouth. Then he thrusted in and out, very rough that the bed shook violently.
"Nggghhhh!" Her scream muffled in his large palm. Greyson then shoved his index finger into her mouth.
"Uhhh-you like...that?" He asked while moaning heavily.
"Ergh-ye-yess! Please-nggghh-fasterrr!"
Greyson sped up and fucked harder while holding on to the bedpost. Then he moved his hand to roam around her breasts, grabbing them. His other hand was gripping on her hips as he went deeper.
Soon enough, Greyson reached his orgasm and pulled out. He laid on the bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly the lady rested her head on his chest while placing her hand on his bare stomach.
"I've never had sex as wonderful as that. You were so damn good."
Greyson smirked. He was used to getting those types of compliments every time he fucked and he was proud.
The moment when the unknown lady wanted to place a kiss on his lips, Greyson turned his head and got up. He removed the condom and picked up his clothes, putting them on. The lady just looked at Greyson until he spoke, "Is this enough?"
Greyson threw the dollars on the bed. The lady looked up at Greyson and said, "I'm not a prostitute." in an annoying tone.
Greyson slightly chuckled. "Women are all the same, bitch." With that, he left.
That's how it worked for him. He would be working during the day and went out to find his prey at night. It didn't matter if he had just met her or didn't even know her name. As long as he could fuck her, he would. Then he would give them dollars. One more thing, he won't sleep with the same girl more than once. He never ever did that because yeah, that's just not his style.
