He’d been hard since the first few steps of the dance, when twirling her had the fringe flaring and her long, toned brown legs flashing.Having her pressed tight to him, the way her hips rolled and shook hadn’t helped his blood pressure.At all.
I need to be buried deep inside her.
Continuing his search, he smiled when he spied her moving down a hallway toward the bathrooms.Lance moved to the outside and worked his way around the room to get to the same hallway.
He reclined against the wall until she exited.Lance raked her with his gaze as she stepped into view.She gave him a soft smile and walked right up to him, hands on his chest as she pressed a small kiss to his chin.
“You okay?”Her question was soft.
He shook his head.“Nope.”Capturing her hand, he tugged her with him, down the hall.Despite his longer strides and her wearing heels, she kept up.He drew her into a small room and kicked the door closed behind them.
Mouth on hers the moment it clicked, he devoured her.With his left hand, he flipped the latch on the door, locking it.His right settled where he loved having it, on her throat.
“I need you.”Yanked.That’s how he could describe it, the words were yanked from his throat.“Fucking hell, Jasmine.Watching you in this dress, dancing with me, seeing the flash of your legs as you press against me, having your calf up on my shoulder.”He thrust his hips and rubbed his hardness against her.
“Not arguing with you.”She nipped his lip.“You need me, take me.”
He freed his cock with his left hand, gave himself two short pumps before knocking her thighs apart and ripping off her thong.A low guttural moan escaped him as he sniffed her ripped panties.
Balling them in his fist, he pressed the satin against her lips.Her eyes were locked on him as she opened without him telling her to do so.Lance pushed them in and used his thumb on her chin to close her mouth.Then he grabbed himself once more and slid the swollen bulbous head between her slick lips, notched himself at her entrance and thrust his hips, driving inside her with a single stroke.
Her scream was muffled by the panties he’d shoved in her mouth but he smirked as his own groan escaped.Sinking inside her pussy was fucking heaven.He squeezed his right hand as he pumped his hips.Pupils blown, she undulated her hips and he needed more.
To be deeper.
To fuck her harder.
To watch her lose her shit like she made him do.
Dipping his left arm under her thigh, he lifted her, opening her more.Her lids fluttered as a low moan poured from her.
“You okay, baby?”
“So fucking good,” she groaned.“So.Fucking.Good.”
She wasn’t lying.
He went harder.Deeper.Faster.Swapping out his grip from his right to his left, he put his right hand down between her legs and pinched her clit.
Jasmine detonated beneath him, her scream rising up even though a lot of the sound was blocked as her pussy tightened on his cock, making him spill inside her, wringing out every single drop it could.
Heart beating like he’d just done a ten-mile run, he rested his forehead against hers.Both of them were breathing hard but his heart twisted over when her lips turned up in a small smile.He tugged the thong from her mouth and shoved the damp material in his tuxedo pants pocket.
“Hi.”
Her smile grew.“Hi.”It was a throaty whisper that warmed him through to the core.
“You okay?”
She nodded and settled her palms on either side of his face, nails lightly scoring his skin.“Never better.Can we stay here for the rest of the time until it’s okay to leave?”
“I would love to say yes, but I know they are going to look for us.”
She huffed, still not losing the teasing glint in her expression.“Fine, but I’m going to expect a treat for staying.”
He thrust slowly, his cock, thick and hard once more, sliding through their combined wetness.“So spending the night with my cum dripping down your thigh isn’t a treat?”
“Probably for you.For me, it’s more like a branding.”
