Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
He was about to lose his mind.
With a yank, he tugged the sheer thong from her body. Another collective groan rang from the audience. Guys shifted weight from one foot to another, adjusted themselves in their pants, sat forward in their chairs. Shanna began to pant.
Ali dragged his palms down her abdomen. He itched to feel the silk of her pussy, see just how wet she was.
Moments later, he had his answer. She was wet, welcoming, lush. Shanna might lie about her feelings for him, but her body couldn’t.
Now was the perfect time to start testing his theory…
A quick point at Del brought his friend up on the stage. Shanna tensed again. This time, he didn’t think it was due to excitement.
Before she could say a word, he whispered, “I want to watch your breasts be sucked. Del will help us out.”
“No,” she whimpered.
“You change partners all the time. Why does it matter?”
Del approached her and pressed his body close to Shanna’s. Ali didn’t say a word, just lifted her breasts up to him.
Just before he bent to her, Del sent her a smile that said he was ready for scorching hot sex.
“It just matters,” she whispered. “Please no.”
Lifting dark eyes to Ali, Del waited for a cue.
Ali had what he wanted for now. He shook his head.
With a wry grin, Del contented himself by placing a chaste kiss on the curve of her breast. But to show he wasn’t going to be dismissed, he took a seat on a nearby pillow and sent a scorching stare her way.
In truth, Ali knew they had to play along, just in case their blackmailer was in the room. But he wanted nothing more than to get Shanna alone. Soon, he promised himself.
Turning her back toward him, Ali watched her stage smile collapse. She looked at him with a mixture of hurt, anger, and relief. Apparently, swapping partners did matter to her. And he sensed that the sooner he got her to admit that about dance, the sooner she’d settle into having one man in her life.
Impatient to touch her, Ali tore down the zipper of his leather pants and freed his stiff cock. “Suck me.”
He kicked a pillow under her knees. Shanna hesitated, then sank down, bent her head, and consumed him.
Oh, hell. Her mouth was a silken oven, soft and scorching and robbing him of breath. She damn sure knew what to do with that tongue of hers, caressing the length of his staff, curling it around the head. She sucked deep and hard, all the way to the back of her throat.
His heartbeat rattled in his chest. His ears buzzed with the excitement. Faintly, he was aware of male groans and a “fuck, yeah,” from the audience. But focusing beyond Shanna’s hot mouth was growing impossible.
As wonderful as it was, it had to stop. They had a show to put on for these guests—and a potential blackmailer. A blow job was all well and good, but not blackmail-worthy, compared to Kristoff’s show.
With a groan of regret, Ali cupped her cheeks and lifted her mouth from his cock. Then he helped her to her feet. In four steps, he had her bent over the huge, cushioned bed, her breasts pressed to the silk comforter. A few seconds later, he was sheathed and deep inside her.
She gripped him like no one ever had, like every contour had been formed just to clench around him perfectly.
He seized her hips and tunneled deeper. Then set a ruthless pace.
She cried out. The sight of her all spread out under him, her hands still cuffed at the small of her back, her pussy taking every inch he had…hell, he wasn’t going to last long. And he didn’t want to go off alone.
“I ache to play with your clit and feel you orgasm around me…” He hadn’t even finished the sentence before he slid a pair of determined fingers right over the button of her nerves.
With his other hand, he gripped her hips tight. He thrust inside her repeatedly, dragging the head of his cock right over that sensitive spot that had her muscles tensing, shaking.
In moments, a low, feminine groan split the air. Almost there…
“Come for me,” he demanded. “Come!”
With another brush and press of his fingers over her clit, she screamed. Around them, the audience groaned. Several stroked their own cocks…even Del.
Then the rippling walls of her sex contracted, tightened, gripping and coaxing him, blotting out all other thoughts. Ali closed his eyes and focused on her. He shouted through clenched teeth as he followed her into ecstasy.
More than one groan of satisfaction split the air within moments. Ali didn’t care. All he knew was that underneath him was the woman he would not let go of. They had seen to business.
Now it was time for the real pleasure—and hopefully, the future—to begin.