Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“You going to come for them?” Alejandro whispers in my ear.
I nod erratically.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes!” I bite my lip to keep from screaming as the ache deepens into something nearly unbearable.
With the music throbbing in my ears, Alejandro’s fingers shoving me past the breaking point, and nearly a dozen sets of hot male eyes focused on me, I come apart.
My hoarse cry erupts above the music. My eyes close, and pleasure washes over me, sharp, golden, unbelievable.
Nothing has ever been like this. Nothing has ever prepared me for the addicting rush of pure sensation lighting up my body. Oh. My. God.
Alejandro takes me down slowly before extracting his hand from my panties. When he does, I look down to find his fingers saturated with my cream.
He gives a satisfied chuckle in my ear. “This is how I want you, soaked for me.”
I gasp as he anoints my nipples with my juice, then whirls me to face him. With long, languid swipes of his tongue, he licks my taste away with a moan that reverberates deep inside me, stirring the ache back to life.
I’m shocked when he steps away and takes my hand in his. Suddenly, I'm aware of being almost totally bare, while everyone around me is half clothed or more. I feel naked. Vulnerable. Yet oddly strong. I glance between Alejandro and the tense, shuffling audience.
“Are we done?”
He leans in, looking to the world like a lover planting soft kisses just below my ear. “If you want to be. We certainly gave the blackmailer something to film.”
Yes, but was it enough? And is that really the reason I’m contemplating the words about to come out of my mouth?
13
“Iwant more.”
Alejandro glances down at me, his stare delving deep. “Are you sure?”
Yes. No. I’m not sure, but I know I’m not ready for tonight to end.
I nod.
Gently, he grabs my wrist and places my hand over his erection.
Damn, he’s hard. And large. Very large. Oh, wow…
“I’m dying to feel you around me,” he whispers. “Your mouth, your pussy… Tell me everything you desire. How much of you will you surrender to me?”
He thinks I’m in control? Ha! The real question is, can I actually hold anything back?
I stroke my way up his cock, to find the catch of his slacks. I flip it open, and he sucks in a harsh breath. Another groan from the audience spurs me on. With slow torture in mind, I ease down his zipper, taking my sweet time.
“If you have a ‘no’ on the tip of your tongue, say it now.”
I lean closer to his primal male heat, my lips hovering above the hard nub of his brown nipple. I flick a heavy-lidded gaze up to his face, latching onto his burning stare. “Never heard the word.”
Did I really just say that? When have I ever been so brazen? Or assertive or hungry or dying to feel a man burning me up? Never. For years, I’ve poured all my passion into dance. When I perform, I can express my pent-up sexuality through the movements of my body and the sensual interaction with my partner. In real life…I’ve never put a tenth of my passion into sex. Tonight—now—I want to change that.
Alejandro compels me to.
I close my mouth around his nipple and nibble him with my teeth. He groans long and loud. Holding in my satisfied smile, I push his pants over his hips, sliding them down his thighs.
His cock springs free, so hard it bounces against his belly. So long, it reaches toward his navel. So thick, I can barely get my hand all the way around it. So perfect, I suspect that once he sinks into me, I’ll feel not only more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced, but ecstasy beyond my wildest fantasies.
Panting, I fall to my knees. I can hardly wait.
Alejandro
When my pants reach my ankles, I’m glad I didn’t bother with anything underneath.
I’m even more glad to see Shanna on her knees, eyeing my cock.
I can’t resist taking my shaft in hand, stroking softly before I guide the weeping head closer to the lush haven of her lips.
With a shuddering exhalation, I anchor my palm around her pale crown. Her lips part, and she opens wide to take inch after inch inside the wet heat of her mouth. Dios mío!
She sucks hard. I feel her all around my cock. My crest nudges the back of her throat. Her tongue swipes the sensitive underside, then swirls around the desperate purple crest.
Fuck, I’m melting.
It’s heaven. Shanna must be. She’s the closest thing to it I’ve ever felt. No surprise since she’s sleek and built for long, intense fucks. I’d love to show a rapt audience her pleasure. They’d drink in the sights and sounds of her.
To my left, the usual players now watch us. They moan. A few guys adjust themselves. Others have given up any semblance of self-control and are stroking their cocks. A few women have wandered into the room with curious eyes. If they stay, I hope they understand there will likely be a long line of aroused members to fuck them.