Page 14 of Play It Sinful

“Thanks,” I say when he puts me down.

“You’re welcome.”

I can barely see him now, but I can feel his stare, making me burn from the inside out. He pushes me against the wall and pins my body with his. His kiss is much more ardent and wild than before, and I’m one hundred percent on board with it. I’m caught by a reckless fever, so I don’t think twice before I jump into his arms again and wrap my legs around his hips. He grinds his pelvis against mine, rubbing his erection right where I needit most. If we keep this up, I’ll let him fuck me right here in the hallway.

“I think...” he whispers against my lips “... we should continue our exploration.”

“Agree.”

He steps back, and I slide off him and pull my skirt down. He takes my hand again, and we walk at a brisk pace, the urgency to find a private room propelling us forward. He stops in front of a closed door and tries the knob. I expect it to be locked, but the door opens inward.

Mystery man turns to me, grinning. “Jackpot.”

I don’t move from my spot, letting him go first. “What is this place?”

He uses the flashlight app on his phone to shed light in the room. “A storage room is my guess.” His voice is raspy, just like mine. I can’t believe I lost my voice this fast.

There are boxes piled up against the walls, a desk crammed with stacks of paper, and an old couch. I’d say that’s exactly what we need, but he keeps exploring, venturing farther into the room.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Just being thorough.” He turns around. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re too far from me.”

He reaches me in two large strides and picks me up, fusing his lips with mine. I’m on fire again and dying to touch him everywhere. He walks to the couch, and we both fall onto it. I part my legs to accommodate him between them, and he doesn’t waste time moving his hips, mimicking what’s to come.

Then he leans back, and stares into my eyes. “Mask or no mask?”

Making out without masks would be more comfortable, but I’m afraid that if I see his face, it’ll break the spell.

“Isn’t the theme of the party cloak and dagger?”

“Yeah, so the masks stay then.”

“Yep. Now kiss me.”

He slants his mouth over mine, but the kiss is hard and fast before he abandons my lips to trail hot kisses down my neck. I thread my fingers through his soft hair and yank at the strands a little when his tongue finds my nipple through the fabric of my dress. I arch my back, needing more.

He takes possession of my other breast with his large hand, making me think for the first time that he’s probably huge...everywhere. Oh God. And I’m tiny. Good thing that I’m so horny, my panties are soaked through. I try not to worry about the size of his dick, and instead focus on how good he’s already making me feel just with nipple play. Imagine what he could do with that tongue on my pussy.

As if reading my mind, he moves south, pushing my dress up until my black panties are exposed. I didn’t wear tights tonight.

He looks up, and asks, “Is it okay if I... taste you?”

That small pause is my undoing. I’ve never heard a guy sound so sexy. “Yeah,” I croak.

He slides my underwear down my legs and pockets it. I don’t know if that’s him being considerate by not dropping my panties on the dirty floor, or if he intends to keep them as a souvenir. Both are options are okay by me, and super hot.

“God, you’re breathtaking,” he husks out.

“Then—”

He licks my clit, and I can’t get the words out. My hips buckle, because the intensity of that first swipe is already sending sparks of electricity throughout my entire body. My toes curl inside my shoes, and goose bumps spread everywhere. I was right, he’s a magician with his tongue.

“You taste so good, gorgeous. I can’t get enough.” He presses his thumb over my clit, then massages the sensitive bud while mercilessly eating me out.

I’m soaring before I know it. “Holy fuck! Don’t stop, don’t stop.” I close my eyes, because the room is spinning.

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