When he reaches me and strokes a finger down my cheeks, everything blurs into anticipation.
“I have interests,” he rumbles. Sparks explode everywhere he touches, shooting straight to my core. I can feel my panties getting soaked.
“W-what are they?” The words come out breathless.
His thumb trails the corner of my cheeks, and an unreadable expression flashes across his face.
“Tonight, it’s you,” he rasps, hot smoky breath fanning my face, before he leans down to plant a kiss on my lips. Electricity zapsmy whole body, filling my vessels with a fire so intense I think I’ll melt.
This feels like a dream. The hottest guy at the club is kissingme. But when his hand wraps around my waist and pushes me closer to him, it feels every bit real.
His other hand cups my cheek as he tilts his head, his lips latching onto mine in a savory manner. The faint taste of smoke, wine, and pleasure engulfs my tongue.
I feel my pussy pulsing as I slide my hands down his chest, trailing over the hard muscles and shivering when I feel his hard cock against my stomach.
Damn, this man is making me lose all restraints.
“Fuck!” He grunts against my lips, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist. My gown rides up, leaving my thighs exposed to the cold.
His breath turns labored as he trails kisses down my neck, biting and sucking as if the moment would vanish. With one arm around his neck and the other entangled within his soft strands, I grind against his bulge.
“Easy, Princess. I don’t want to rip your dress out in the open,” he grunts against my chest. I whimper.
His head falls to my chest, lips skimming the top of my breasts as I arch against him, moaning at the sweet sensation.
Before I know it, he’s carrying me away from the patio, toward a door that sits adjacent to the VIP bar, to a private room. The door opens, and he sets me down, pushing me against the door as his hand creeps underneath my dress.
I barely see his eyes in this low light of the room, but from the hurried movement of his hands, I can tell he’s far too gone to care what I look like.
My core throbs, pulsing with need. In a swift motion, my panties are being pushed to the side, and his fingers are swirling around my drenched clit, teasing me.
A gasp leaves my lips as I feel a thick finger slide into me. I almost lose my balance as I tighten my grip on his shoulders, his other hand gripping my waist for balance. My body lights up like a fire just ignited within me.
He pumps one finger at first, and I can’t resist the moan that yanks my throat. He grunts in response, going slowly before adding a second finger.
Fuck.
“So fucking tight,” he murmurs against my throat, kissing and nipping. My head falls back against the door as he increases the speed of his fingers, the room full of my breathless moans. My nipples harden, begging to be freed from underneath my dress, and it’s almost as if he reads my mind because the next moment, he yanks my dress down with an animalistic grunt.
“On the couch,” he commands, pulling off his shirt. I silently obey, wobbling over to the only couch in the room and allowing myself to sink into it.
He silently makes his way over to me, pushing my legs apart and yanking my panties off. I shiver as the cool air hits my wet pussy, and the next second, it’s his warm breath.
He doesn’t hesitate to grip my thighs, slinging them over his shoulders before his lips connect with my folds, moist and eager for his touch. A groan leaves his lips, and I arch my back, fingers curling into his hair, as he swirls his tongue around my throbbing clit. He pushes his tongue into me, and I whimper, grinding my hips back down against his mouth in urgency.
I inch closer to my orgasm, teetering on the edge as one hand grips the couch like my life depends on it. But he pulls away, just as my eyes roll back.
Then, he takes off his pants. Next, his boxers. And, damn, that thing between his thighs is so big it can make a saint forget prayers. Thick, veiny, throbbing, with a leaking tip daring me to take it. My pulse skips. I don’t even know if I can handle it, but I crave to try.
“On all fours.” He licks his lips, his voice husky. Just as before, I obey, flustered and trembling.
He seizes my hips, dragging me into position, his need undeniable. His thick head presses against me, and with onethrust, his cock is buried deep in me. I wince, almost running, but he pulls me back.
“Too fucking tight,” he growls, trying to push deeper, “first time?”
I shake my head, feeling the walls of my pussy stretch deliciously. “Long time.”
His thrusts quicken, slow at first, then fast as he digs into me. Every stroke pulls a cry from my lips, as my nails dig into the couch, our moans melting into a cloud of ecstasy.
