Page 76 of The Sins of Silas

I snorted. “You’re drunk!”

He kissed my cheek. “Am not,” he slurred.

Leroy chuckled, clasping my shoulder. “I’ll leave you two. Enjoy the rest of the night.” He winked, then strolled off with his glass, his other hand in his pants pocket.

I turned back to Roland. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

Hetook a bite of his treat. "I was admiring the views." He nodded toward the stage with the nearly naked women and men. "None compared to yours, though," he murmured. "You in those tassels? You'd be as rich as a king with those on display." He motioned at my breasts.

I choked on a laugh, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, you've definitely had too much to drink."

His smile grew, and I adored the sight. I stepped forward, kissing him gently on the mouth. I went to pull away, but Roland gripped me with his free hand, deepening our kiss. My mouth watered at the slight sugary flavor of the cotton candy mixed with the lovely taste of his saliva.

Roland drew away, then smiled devilishly as he tore off a piece of spun sugar. “Now be a good girl for me, Ginger Snap,” he whispered, “and suck this sweetness off my tongue.”

He smirked as he stuck out his tongue, placing the cotton candy on top of it.

It was dark…and there were plenty of others surrounding us that were exploring each other's mouths.

I loosened a breath as I stepped forward, my desire ruling me as I did what he said, wrapping my lips around his tongue and sucking. The sweet flavor melted into my mouth, mixed with the delicious flavor of him.

“Mmm,” he moaned as I pulled away. He ripped off another piece. “Again,” he whispered, then placed it on his tongue.

I was breathing heavily, my sex throbbing as I sucked his tongue and the sweet treat into my mouth. I gave it a few extra pulls, then sucked his bottom lip into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“My turn,” I murmured in his ear, reaching over and tearing off a piece of the spun sugar he held. I offered a smug smile as I placed it on my tongue.

I loved Roland's smile. He leaned in, his lips encasing my tongue and sucking gently. I stifled my moan, my hands gripping his strong biceps.

After sucking it off, he slid his hand through my hair, angling my head up to kiss me. Our sweetened saliva mixed, and as he pressed his body into mine, I felt his erection against my stomach.

I wasn't a lover of public displays of affection, at least of this magnitude. But the lights were low, and several couples were doing the same things all throughout this place. And with the way Roland was driving me wild, I couldn't care less who saw. I was so lost in lust that I might be willing to ride him right here, right now.

His voice was low as he whispered in my ear, “You know, there are other places I could lick this off you…” His eyes flicked to the counter in the back.

We stumbled over our steps as we entered the room Roland paid for, our mouths never leaving one another as we kissed with desperation. I only had a moment to study the surroundings while Roland turned to zip shut the fabric, enclosing us in this space. A bed with clean velvet sheets stood in the center of the room, only illuminated by two dim lamps on each nightstand. Mage light, I knew, as actual flames would be a risk. Luxury mirrors were set up on either side of the bed.

Roland pushed me down until my back hit the mattress. His strong arms gripped my thighs, a wicked grin on his face as he parted them. My bare legs slipped through the slits in my dress, completely exposed. He grasped the fabric in the center, pulling it up until just my underwear was visible to him.

He dragged his finger along the dampened fabric, letting out a hum. “So wet for me,” he murmured, then hooked his finger around my panties, sliding them down and discarding them on the floor. My breathing became shaky as he knelt before me, prying my legs open further. “Such a perfect pussy,” he praised, giving my sex a light slap. I loosened a soft moan, gripping the sheets on the bed beneath me.

He gave me a half-smile, reaching over to tear off a piece of the candy floss. I propped myself up on my elbows, too curious not to watch as he slid the spun sugar over my soaked pussy. The sensation was featherlight yet exhilarating all the same. Roland's eyes were heavy as he witnessed the treat dampen, my arousal absorbing through, the shade of pink darkening.

I bit my lip as he teased my entrance with it, then withdrew it, placing the dampened parts on his tongue and savoring its taste.

“What a combination,” he murmured, gliding his tongue along the candy as his heated gaze remained on me.

“Roland,” I whispered, raising my hips as I watched him. Moaning could be heard in the rooms beside us; the only thing separating us was the tent material.

He grinned, placing the spun sugar on the bed. He leaned his head down, mouth hovering over my center. “So impatient,” he scolded, then flattened his tongue to glide it through my slit. I cried out in pleasure at the feeling, my moans growing as he greedily flicked his tongue over my clit.

“Oh, yes…” I breathed. I should feel shame, knowing others could hear me. But I didn't.

“You taste even better than candy.” He pressed his mouth to mine, the taste of sugar and my arousal all over his tongue.

He repeated the process several times, soaking the cotton candy with my wetness, bringing it to his mouth, only to dip his head down and worship my pussy with that tongue of his after eating it. It was the most salacious thing I'd ever done in my entire life, and I didn't want it to stop.

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