Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
The soft thump that comes from the stage brings my attention back to Lucien and Celeste. She’s on all fours on the bed, completely naked now, and he’s still dressed other than the top of his pants being undone.
The headboard bangs against the wall as he frantically fucks her. It’s raw and primal to watch the way he slams into her from behind, his hands gripping her cheeks so tightly. I wonder if she’s going to have fingerprint bruises on her ass tomorrow.
“You want me to do that to you?” The stranger adds a second finger to my pussy, stretching me wide, wider than any toy I’ve ever used.
“Yes.” The word is a plea as I imagine the powerful man with me in his tuxedo, making my tits bounce the same way Celeste’s are right now. She grunts out her pleasure with every quick thrust, pushing back against him and demanding even more. “I’m so close.”
“No one else gets to hear you come,” he growls and kisses me again. He swallows my cries of ecstasy, absorbing everything I’m giving him–all of my pleasure, all of my essence, and all of my need.
Even when I’ve come so hard that I’ve seen stars, the stranger doesn’t stop. He keeps kissing me, moving his attention to my cheeks, my eyelids, even my forehead. It’s like he can’t get enough.
Celeste breaks into a scream, a soprano of pleasure so intense that I don’t know how it doesn’t shatter the glass in the windows. I watch her body shudder and shake, writhing through the waves of pleasure.
I sigh softly. “Any chance you have a cigarette?”
He chuckles, the soft rumble in his chest making me feel warm and comforted. “You don’t owe me a damn thing, but I have a room upstairs.”
My hand finds his, and I give it a squeeze. “Take me there.”
Chapter 7
Joy
To go up to his room, we have to take a grand staircase. Anyone could see us together, but even if we weren’t still wearing masks, I wouldn’t care. This hulking stranger just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I’m desperate for more.
To my surprise, the room is set up like the stage where Lucien and Celeste just had scream-the-windows-out-fantastic sex. Every detail is the same even down to the black blanket covering the bed.
I sit down on it, giving a little bounce. The bed is springier than I imagined. I thought going to a club like this would be seedy and disgusting. Instead, this night has been the exact opposite. It’s been beautiful and freeing.
My date for the evening groans.
I glance up to see he’s standing by the door, staring at me. The feral lust on his face makes me think our chemistry drives him just as wild as it does me. “Bounce again.”
I start to ask why then think of Celeste, of the way she just obeyed without hesitation. So, I do it again, watching the way his gaze darkens even more behind the mask.
He reaches for his pants, squeezing himself through them. “Love watching your tits move.”
“I liked Celeste’s body, the way hers were heavy and swinging as…” I blush and can’t finish the sentence.
“As he made her take every inch of his cock the way good girls do.” My date unbuttons his pants, probably giving his massive cock room.
“Yes,” I whisper, wondering again about Ford. Would he ever do that? Would he bend me over, push up my skirt, and slide deep into my body? Would he call me his good girl as he gripped my ass and pounded into my pussy?
“You’re thinking about him again,” my date growls and reaches for the bolt on the door. He flicks it quickly. “In this room, I’m the one you think about. The man who’s going to burrow so deep under your skin and fuck you so hard that you’ll feel it for days after. I am the only man that exists to you. Got it?”
I swallow hard. His possessiveness is such a turn on. “Got it.”
“Good, now stretch out on the bed. Get comfortable. I plan to enjoy your pussy tonight, but first, you’re going to part those pretty little thighs and give me a taste of heaven.”
I lean back on the blankets, my heart pounding. I’ve never done this before. Should I tell him that? Should I warn him I don’t have condoms? A man like this probably has dozens of them.
“I said spread those pretty little thighs.” He stalks across the room and glares down at me. “Show me your soaked panties.”
I’m still wearing my dress, so I’m not sure how much he can see. But I lift my legs up and part them even though I’ve never been so nervous.
His noise of approval is all I need to relax. “These are even wetter than they were downstairs. I think you like being bossed around.”