Page 47 of Lovers Fate

His hand slides slowly over my thigh, dragging his fingers over the net of my tights. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?” he asks, his breathing going hard under the mask.

“Depends, is this a game?”

“It’s just a ride.” His hands squeeze my thighs with want.

I gasp when the leotard pulls on my swollen clit.

“Are you wet for me, Athena? Do you think of me when you play with your pussy in the shower?” The mask skims the shell of my ear, and then he says, “In the motel.”

Oh, fuck. My legs tremble. It was him on the stairs that first night.

“Do you ever think of me when you fuck them?” I ask.

He knows I mean the redhead and the other girl with white hair. There is no way he isn’t. A man like him has needs. Dark ones.

“Not after I saw you dance?”

He has to be lying, feeding me bullshit so I can cave.

“Did you like the way I danced, Draco?”

“Immensely. That’s all I’ve been thinking about lately. You on my pole.”

“Then why didn’t you let me dance for you?”

“You don’t want to know.” His thumb grazes my clit over my leotard.

“Try me?” My voice breaks on the last word, heavy with implication.

His thumb presses hard. I can feel my clit pulse underneath his thumb. I grind my hips and arch my back like my body has a mind of its own, like it’s done this before. A sliver of light drapes over his body. He pulls the mask up, and I meet obsidian eyes. God, he’s beautiful. He has a sheen of sweat on his skin, and he smells delicious, like he came fresh from a shower. His scent is both clean and exotic.

“I’m not gentle, Athena.”

“I never asked you to be, Draco.”

He smiles, as if he expected me to say that. He pulls the leotard and tights to the side, exposing my pussy. I’m wet, and Imake a mess on his fingers. His head dips, and I arch my back. He presses his face against my pussy and feel the moment when he inhales.

“Fuck,” I moan.

He hums in approval. I have never had a man smell me before.

“Please.” I mewl, gripping his strong forearms and holding my thighs open.

I want to ride his face, aching to come. I’ve seen how it’s done when one of the girls takes a guy to the back before they leave out the back door of the club.

He’s almost about to. Almost.

But pulls away, flipping me over so that I’m on all fours. My shorts ride up my ass. He pulls my leotard again and rips the tights, pushing them to the side, hearing them tear, not giving a fuck. My arms and legs shake.

“So pretty,” he praises. “I can’t wait until you let me have you, Athena.”

“Please,” I beg, needing to come.

“I love it when you beg.” He presses his face to my pussy from behind, then slides his tongue to my ass.

He flips us around, his back on the bed underneath me. He presses his face against my pussy.

“Sit on my face.”

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