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“How fond of these panties are you?”

When she doesn’t answer, I glance up. She shakes her head, her teeth munching on her lower lip as she sinks her perfect ass into the soft cushion.

I smirk, clenching with my teeth the flimsy strap of lace curving around one side of her hips. I tug at it, tearing the fabric before yanking it from her body.

“Fuck me!” I grouse when I peek at her drenched, smooth folds.

She groans when I cover her with my mouth. Spearing my tongue, I lap at her desire, moaning as I go. I guzzle her pleasure, adding my fingers to explore her deeper. A high-pitched buzz rings in my ears and I breathe through the nose as she floods my mouth.

My free hand kneads the flesh of her thigh and belly as I move it up. I pull her bra, tucking it under her breasts. When I close my lips around her clitoris, sucking at it like the most exotic delicacy, I tweak a pebbled nipple between my fingers.

“Oh, shit!” She huffs and arches her back off the sofa.

She presses her thighs around my head like a vice, yanking at my hair, swaying her hips. She’s chasing an orgasm and the trembling of her sex around my mouth and fingers tells me it’s not far away.

I slow the pace of my sucking and pumping to test the theory.

She scratches my scalp. “Don’t stop.”

I hide a satisfied smile by smooching the sensitive skin connecting her thigh to her sex. Nibbling it, I assure her, “Not stopping. Just waiting.”

A glance up confirms her dazed state. Her glossy stare can’t focus on my face. She drops her head back, grasping my hair as if for support.

“What for?” She mumbles.

I press my thumb to her engorged clitoris. When it quivers, I grumble, “For you to beg, remember?”

She snaps her head up, red tinges her cheeks from a different kind of fire, and her nostrils flare. We lock eyes for a beat, or ten. Heaving, she shakes her head and works her mouth, but no words come out. A new wave of her scent floods my nose, and I don’t hide the smug. She narrows her eyes and purses her lips. I dip the thumb further inside her sleek walls. They suck it in and pulsate around my digit. I add the index finger and spread her tightening grip.

She squeezes her eyes shut. “Motherfucker!”

I kiss the soft mound of her breast, pulling the nipple inside my mouth, and sucking at it while my fingers stretch her.

“For fuck’s sake! Stop teasing,” she whimpers.

I freeze.

She groans, “Please, I beg you.”

“As you wish.”

I pump my fingers inside her, pressing the sensitive spots I’ve mapped out earlier. I abandon one nipple to feast on the other as I wrap my free hand around her chin. She pulls my thumb inside her mouth and sucks at it. The little vixen melts my bones and I groan when my cock throbs in the rhythm of her tongue and lips.

When her sex squeezes my fingers and she shakes from head to toes, I surge up and claim her lips. Like a man stranded in a desert, I drink her sighs and moans because they’ve just become sustenance to me. I don’t want to let go of her, but the ebbing waves of her orgasms confirm we’ve reached her physical limit.

I withdraw my fingers from her heat, dust kisses on the corner of her lips. I take in her rapid breathing and sweat-covered skin. My chest swells with male pride. That urge to own her body and soul makes a comeback.

I began this as a dare to prove to this stuck-up woman she wanted me as much as I, her. I thought a quickie against the wall would do it for both of us. The joke is on me. Now that I’ve tasted her addictive sweetness, I crave that long, hard fuck I teased her about. With luck, that would be enough to get her out of my system.

I nuzzle her neck, whispering, “Give me tonight. Just one night.” I bury my face in her shoulder, grazing her skin. Silence. I can’t even hear her erratic breaths anymore. I straighten up my spine to face her. Desperate for her to agree, I say what I think she wants to hear, “It’s not like we’re looking for a happily-ever-after, is it? So why not enjoy a night of passion and pleasure?”

Her blue eyes hold mine. It’s like I’m witnessing a hurricane start churning in the middle of the ocean. She takes a long inhale and answers in a sigh, “Why not indeed?”

Before she changes her mind, I scramble to my feet to help her put her dress back on. I lace our fingers and rush to the exit. On the way out, we stop for a moment to grab our coats. We get inside the limo in record time.

I begin the fifteen-minute drive to her hotel trying to distract Maria to avoid her second guessing her decision. I press my thumb against her swollen lower lip and nuzzle her neck. When her tongue darts out to lick my finger, a flash of electricity fries my muscles. I moan, nibbling at her earlobe.

She chuckles.

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