When I turn around, he steps into me, our hips touching. Our eyes lock and his hands slide over my bare shoulders and up my neck to cup my face between them. My heart is beating fast in my chest, the tabletop cutting into the back of my thighs.
“Oh, I definitely use it,” he says. “Let me show you how.”
He kisses me, his mouth hard and demanding, and my whole body goes hot and liquid, aching for him. I’ve never been consumed like this. Letting out a soft moan, I open my mouth wider and lose myself in the deep stroke of his tongue. His hands slip down to cup my breasts, and then he lifts me onto the table, stepping between my open legs. I brace my hands behind me for support, tilting my head back as he trails kisses down my neck, making me gasp with every little suck and nip. Then he tugs the straps of my dress down, exposing my breasts.
We’re both panting. Even though he’s stepped back to take in the view of my body, he’s already eye-fucking me. When his mouth closes over my bare nipple I cry out, arching against his tongue. I can feel my pulse between my legs, my pussy clenching with need.
I should be scared, but I’m not.
I should stop this, but I won’t.
I don’t want to.
The things he said earlier…he’s going to give me an exclusive contract. He was serious. I know he was. Luka’s the kind of man who sets his sights on something and then conquers it, so if he says he’s going to make my career, I know he means it. The way he’s making me feel right now just proves it.
I moan in encouragement as he hikes up the hem of my skirt and pulls off my G-string, letting my heels fall to the floor. He roughly pushes my thighs apart, exposing my glistening cunt to him, before catching my gaze with complete greed in his eyes. I swear my heart stops, but I don’t get time to catch my breath before he dips his head and feasts on my pussy.
Crying out, I dig my fingers into his thick hair, holding him to me as his lips suckle and his tongue laps at my clit. Jesus, this man knows what he’s doing.
“Luka,” I moan. “So good. So fucking good.”
I’m drowning in sensation as he fucks me with his mouth, licking in tight swirls and sucking my nub into his mouth, pressing his teeth against the sensitive skin there. A zing of pain is followed by the swirl of deep pleasure as he repeats this over and over, until I’m right on the edge of the fastest-building orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
Luka pulls my hips down until my ass is nearly hanging off the table. Then he loops my legs over his shoulders, and my thighs clench around his head as he continues to tongue-fuck me with everything he’s got. I moan louder and louder, grinding against his mouth, losing myself in the ecstasy of this. Just when I’m sure I’m about to shatter, he slips his fingers inside me, curling them against that sensitive spot just inside my walls.
I see sparks as white-hot heat radiates through me. He finger-fucks me harder, deeper, stroking his fingers against my G-spot until I’m almost crying for release, caught right at the edge. Abruptly he withdraws, and I moan in protest. Catching my eyes, he suddenly slaps my pussy, soft yet firm, the brunt of contact over my clit. I yelp in shock, then moan as the sting is followed by the headiest flow of pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “What are you doing to me?”
“Again?” he asks.
I nod.
He does it again and I can’t look away from him. My orgasm builds, so fast, so deep.
So hard.
Slap.
Fuck. I fly over the edge, crying out my pleasure with throaty moans as I lose myself in the sensation washing over me. I’ve never had sex like this before.
God, this man lives up to every word of his reputation.
Still panting, I come back to myself. Luka has stepped back and he’s holding his hand out to me. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice rasping.
“Then get up.” His firm voice sends a shiver down my spine. I can barely function, but I take his hand as he helps me off the table, then down the hall to his master suite.
Luka pulls my dress the rest of the way off, tossing it in a wad on the floor. I have the barest thought that it costs a lot and I should hang it over the back of a chair, but he’s unbuttoning his shirt and I can barely draw a breath. I help him, our fingers working in tandem until I peel the shirt off him. His chest is magnificent, so perfectly sculpted, his arms bound in bands of muscle that I can’t wait to feel around me.
He leads me over to the bed and I sit down and slide back as he crawls over my naked body, taking my wrists and forcing my arms above my head. He’s so dominant. I fucking love it.
“Beautiful Brooklyn. You’re a goddess.”
Any reservations I had about him melt away as he kisses me, his free hand grazing lightly up and down my body, giving me goosebumps.
