Page 19 of Gilded Princess

His nose skims the shell of my ear. “Have you thought of me, Raven? Did you go home and slide your hand into those lacy black panties and touch yourself?”

Warmth rolls down my body, settling in my core. His words paint a fantasy in my mind, one that I want to make reality.

His hand lowers ever so slowly, his fingertips sliding over the lace band of my thong and edging to the side. He continues his exploration down the front of my right thigh, his thumb brushing against the place where my leg and thigh meet. His other hand sweeps my hair away from my neck with soft movements, exposing my skin to his grazing lips.

“Did you push two fingers inside that tight pussy and fuck yourself with my name on your lips?”

My head tips back, and a breathy moan leaves my lips. “This is . . . this is crazy. I don’t even know your name. Or what you look like. I—”

“There’s something intoxicating about the dark, isn’t there? You can drop your inhibitions with your sight and follow your body’s needs.” His lips brush against the sensitive skin on my neck with each word, pulling my attention away from his wandering fingers. They tiptoe down my thigh, inching up my dress with each movement. Cool air wraps around my calves, then my knees, and finally my thighs. He strokes his fingertips in small upward motions on my thighs, inching closer to my throbbing core.

I feel him harden against my ass, the physical proof that this isn’t all in my head. It’s real.

He’s real.

And I’ll be damned if I let a connection like this slip between my fingers like sand.

“When your legs tremble with pleasure and you’re at the edge, I want to see my name falling from your lips. I want those rich pricks to hear the name of the man who finger-fucked you into ecstasy in the bathroom of their bullshit party.”

“Yes.” A moan slips from my mouth as the picture he paints takes over my imagination. My panties are soaked with my arousal, and I’m so turned on right now, I can barely see straight. I hold my breath as his fingers tease me through the fabric.

“Is that what you want? You want me to fuck this greedy pussy?”

With one hand, I reach around and grasp the back of his neck, holding his face to me. I slide my other hand over his, encouraging him to touch me where I want him—where I need him.

He pulls my thong to the side, and with one quick motion, the strap holding the small piece of lace to my body snaps. The sting against my skin is enough to make me gasp, but he quickly covers my pussy with his hand, the heel of his palm pressing against my clit.

I don’t worry about where my thong lands. I’m too busy floating ten feet above the ground in pleasure.

He parts my folds with his index and middle finger, and I can’t stop the moan at his teasing touch. “Stop teasing me,” I beg him, my voice breathless.

He drags his teeth along the column of my neck. “Oh, Raven, I’ll do more than tease you. I’m going to fucking ruin you for everyone else.”

My lips part on a silent exhale, the promise of his words sinking deep underneath my skin. My toes curl when he slides a finger inside of me and I clench against him on instinct.

“Fuck,” he curses low, sliding his finger out achingly slow. “Does this greedy pussy need more?”

I’m nodding before he even finishes talking. “Yes. Yes, I need more.”

I grip his wrist as he speeds up a little, climbing that peak quicker than I thought possible. I’m acutely aware that I’m in the middle of a ladies’ lounge room at a party with a hundred other people fifty feet away.

Like a bad summons, no sooner than that thought flits through my mind, does the sound of the door opening reach my ears.

“Madison? I know I saw you come back here. Damn, it’s dark in here. Where’s the stupid light switch?” Blaire’s voice trails off as it gets louder.

Oh shit, she’s going to find the switch and turn on the lights and catch us.

Why does that idea turn me on?

Part of me wants her to throw the lights on just so I can see him clearly. All of our interactions have been shrouded in darkness and wrapped up in sin.

But the realistic part of me realizes that if she catches me here, like this, then my reputation could tank in an instant.

Fuck it.

I’m so close to coming, I can practically taste it. My muscles go taut, and my fingernails dig into his wrist, holding him to me.

“Goddamnit.” His words are hushed but full of frustration. I don’t understand why until a moment later, when he slides his finger out of me. My dress falls back down around my legs, and a noise of protest escapes me without conscious thought. “To be continued, yeah?”

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