Page 57 of Dare to Need

I looked up to find his face aglow with the red lighting of the club, making the sharp angles of his face appear dangerous enough to cut my soul in two. Garth was always handsome, even when I’d seen him at his disheveled worst. But right now, under the soft-hued lights with a hunger in his eyes that I knew was insatiable, he was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. It was devastating the way his eyes smoldered, knowing thatIwas the reason behind it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

I hardly noticed the man dressed in a dark suit who let us into a small room off the side of our VIP table. The door shut behind us just as Garth gently set me back on my feet. I turned around, taking in the small, yet extravagant space. From floor to ceiling, the walls were covered with a thick red leather cushion that was pulled into long diamond shapes with a large ruby-looking gemstone centered at the end of each diamond. The air was thick with the scent of rich tobacco and warm spices. There was a circular mahogany table centered in the room with a long matching bench that lined the three walls opposite of the door. Large velvet pillows of deep purples and reds covered the bench, adding to the vivid textures of the space.

“What is this place?” I whirled around to find Garth loosening the tie from his neck, his eyes narrowing on me as though he wanted to devour me whole.

My heart kick-started, slamming against my chest just as the beat of the DJ’s bass was slamming against the walls of the small room.

“Take off your dress,” Garth purred as his fingers worked quickly down the front of his button-down shirt.

“Right now?” I glanced toward the door behind him. “What if someone walks in?”

He smirked. “I think we both know by now that you’d enjoy it if someone did. Take off your dress.” He gave a subtle nod of his chin toward me.

I snaked my arms up to my sides, letting my fingertips graze the length of my ribcage before they tucked under the thin straps of my dress and pulled down.

Garth’s lips ticked upward into a feral grin as his gaze traced the fabric of my dress slowly falling over the curves of my body until it became a puddle of shimmering black on the floor.

My body buzzed to life. My nipples peaked into hard little buds against the exposed air. The sight of Garth unzipping his pants made my mouth water and the velvet smooth skin of his ridged cock as he sprang himself free made my thighs clamp together as I tried to cease the throbbing of my clit.

With one hand, Garth stroked his length from tip to hilt while his other hand floated in the air. His pointer finger shot up, then he made a circular motion before saying, “Turn around.”

I gulped but did as he pleased and turned my body so my shins were facing the large round table.

“Bend over.” His voice was closer now and I could feel his presence like a phantom kiss along my back.

My hands splayed across the table as I bent over.

“Lower,” he urged.

I dropped to my forearms, letting my back sink low so my ass was higher.

“Good girl,” he said just before he smacked my ass so hard I squealed.

I bit hard on my bottom lip letting the mixture of pain and pleasure cascade along my skin from where his palm landed to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. It felt…good. With a little shimmy of my ass, I let him know I wanted it again—that surge of adrenaline from the pain that quickly turned into intense pleasure.

Another smack sounded through the air as Garth granted my wish. I let out a loud groan as the rush of gratification transcended my body.

My muscles tensed as he hooked a finger under the t-back of my thong and tugged it to the side. His knuckles scraped against one side of my hips right before he dug his fingertips into my plush skin. Sparks of excitement ignited through my chest when I felt his thick head line up with my soaked entrance.

With a single, unrelenting thrust, Garth was inside of me. The slap of his balls against my swollen clit made me clench my fists against the wooden table.

“Ah, yes, baby. You’re so fucking wet and ready for me. Always fucking ready.” Garth’s grip on my hip tightened, verging on that delicious precipice of pain and pleasure.

I whimpered as he slowly pulled out, leaving me empty and begging for more. With another long stroke, he answered my prayers. He was so thick as my core tightened around him, inching towards release already.

He picked up the pace, matching the tempo of an unknown song that blared all around us. The music was so loud and my pulse ran wild as he slammed into me again and again, reaching that spot that onlyhewas capable of setting on fire.

I could feel him surging toward his release, both of us moving erratically against one another. Each trying to find that soul-shattering climax—not for ourselves, but for the other.

I reached my arms back and he grabbed hold of my wrists. My face planted firmly against the table as my tits rubbed against it with each unhinged thrust. I was sure my legs were going to give out just as I felt the waves of his release as he spilled into me, but he didn’t stop, and neither did I.

“Smack my fucking ass, baby,” I yelled against the music, my throat felt raspy and raw.

Garth pulled out until his head was teasing my entrance and as he slid back into my tender folds, he slapped my ass. The sound reverberated around the room, so loud I was sure the guy outside the door could hear it. It was all it took for me to fall, my pussy wrapped tight around his length, quivering again and again.

He slowly pulled out once more as his hand dipped low and found my clit, his fingers rolling over me in tantalizing strokes.

“More,” I whispered, unsure if he’d even heard me.

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