Page 65 of Tempt Me

He didn’t move; it was as if he were frozen. It surprised me how many men didn’t know what to do when a woman took control.

Taking control was what I needed to do.

I stepped forward, and as I ran my tongue over his nipple, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and glided my fingers up and down in a twisting motion. Dylan gripped my shoulders and hissed as if he were holding back a demon. His body was hard as steel, as was the rod in my hand.

His fingers slid into my knickers, and I spread my legs, allowing him entrance. A delightful shudder rolled through my body as he slipped his finger inside me. I closed my eyes and allowed this glorious stranger to explore my depths with his fingers.

He adjusted his stance to change his angle on my pussy, and a sharp ripping sound confirmed he’d torn my knickers. The sound had me bending my legs more, begging him to plunge deeper as I increased my pace on his cock.

“Stop. Stop!” He stepped back and held his palms up.

I blinked at Dylan, my jaw ajar. “What’s wrong?”Oh, God, is he married?

“Sorry, but . . . you said I could watch.” His chest heaved with rapid breaths.

He didn’t actually want me to stop, it was just that he was close to release. Too close.

Understanding what he wanted, I slipped out of my knickers and tossed them at Dylan. He looked a little bewildered at first, as if he’d slipped into a mystical dream.

Leaving him in his trance, I walked to the dining table, stepped onto a chair, and sat on the table. Placing the heels of my boots onto two separate chairs, I spread my knees apart, showing Dylan my most private parts.

He glided his hand up his shaft and stopped at the top to squeeze. His reaction was glorious.

Ripples of want pulsed through me, and I was so ready to release the orgasm that had been building inside me for hours. I licked my finger, then I glided it over my clit with enough pressure to have my insides clenching before plunging it into my velvet folds. My insides were hot and wet and clamped around my finger like a fist.

I pulled my finger out by maintaining the friction over my clit on the way out and on the way in again. Moving my knees open and closed in a little game of peek-a-boo for Dylan, I drove my finger in and out in time to the motion. Soon, my twitching insides had me plunging my finger in a frenzy. My erratic breathing matched my erratic heartbeat, and I was oh-so-close to incredible release.

I rubbed hard, punishing my clit like never before, drawing out the excruciating climax. Dylan groaned as he punished his cock, too.

“Wait,” I cried.

His eyes snapped to me.

“Wait,” I repeated and reached for my bag. Fumbling with the side zip, I opened it and pulled out a condom. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

His eyes were huge as he strode my way, his cock leading the charge. Dylan tore open the condom and rolled it on with expert speed.

He stood between my legs; every defined muscle slicked with sweat. His nipples were rock-hard pebbles. I put my legs in the air, pointing my sexy boots to the ceiling, and Dylan closed the distance between us. His cock nudged my opening like a heat-seeking missile.

Dylan wrapped his hands around my leather-clad ankles and slammed his cock into me. I gasped at the speed of it. It was pleasure and pain, glorious and brutal, and I wanted it again. He spread my legs apart, and with his eyes on my pussy he did it again, all the way in, fast and hard.

Dylan clenched his jaw as he alternated opening my legs and crossing them over with each plunge. The sensation was incredible—one second, I was wide open, begging to be filled; the next second, I was clamped up nice and tight, trapping him in my hot oasis. The intensity on his face matched the intensity of his focus, as he didn’t miss a beat. Open. Closed. In. Out. This new move was glorious, exquisite, and I quickly committed it to my ever-growing catalogue of incredible sexual positions.

My building climax teased my insides with each hot plunge of his cock. I clutched the table, trying to grab hold as Dylan took his thrusting to a whole new level. In and out, he pounded, prolonging the moment until I thought I’d explode.

He crossed my legs and clenched his teeth, bulging out the muscles in his jaw. When his eyes snapped open, but he wasn’t actually looking, I knew it was the moment of no return. He let go of my ankles and pushed on my knees, bringing my ass off the table slightly.

Dylan growled, long, low, and deep, and hammered all he had into me. His cock touched that wonderful thing inside me that was a cocktail of pleasure and pain. I cried out, gasping for more.

It seemed like an eternity before Dylan’s body relaxed from the erotic state that had gripped him. His chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing. He opened his eyes, and it was a moment before they focused on me.

A smile curled at my lips as a look of utter satisfaction crossed his features.

He let out a huge sigh. “Wow.” A dazzling smile lit up his face.

I nodded. “Yeah. Wow.”

He let go of my legs, and as he stepped back, I lowered them to the table and sat on the edge.

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