Page 14 of Always Salty

“You draw a crowd, I’m not going to stop,” he drawled.

I swallowed hard and tried to get myself under control but…the man had a very talented tongue.

So talented, in fact, that I barely had enough time to prepare myself before I was falling over the edge into the abyss.

My legs went shaky, and my vagina slammed straight into his mouth.

He didn’t seem to mind, and likely had already been prepared, because I didn’t fall.

He didn’t even grunt in surprise when he took nearly all of my weight in his arms.

My out-of-body experience—better known as the orgasm to end all orgasms—finally dissipated enough to allow me to think, and I forced my feet back to the ground.

He chuckled as I came off his face, his fingers digging into my bare thighs for a long second as I steadied myself.

Only when I was sure that I would make it did I take a step away from him and apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Darling,” he said as he came back up the length of my body, pulling his mask fully back into place as he did. “I can think of way worse ways to go.”

A flush heated my cheeks, and though I was sure he couldn’t see it, his fingers dusted my cheek anyway, as if he knew it was there.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

I licked my lips, not sure that I wanted to turn around with the intensity that I could feel coming off of him in waves.

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to, sweet darling. I said…” He twisted my hips and I was facing the wall with a quick flick of his fingers. “Turn around.”

There was that shiver of fear again.

I had no clue Craig was this strong.

And now that I think about it, I’d never in my life thought his hands were that big.

Or rough.

The memory of his fingers dancing over the soft skin of my inner thighs came to mind, and I specifically remembered callused hands.

Craig didn’t have…

“You’re not a virgin, are you, darling?” he asked into my ear, his voice pitched low.

“N-no.” I swallowed.

I almost wished that I was.

To give a man like this my virginity…it would’ve been way better than how I’d given it when I was in my late teens.

“Condom?” he rasped.

I closed my eyes as the heart rate that I’d thought I got under control took off on me again.

“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I do know that you have to have regular blood tests to be a member of this club. They made me get one before I could come. Are you clean?”

His hand traveled up to cup my breast over my tight, black strapless dress and squeezed. “I’m clean.”

The way he said that against my shoulder blade made me shiver.

“But I’m gonna wear one for your peace of mind,” he said.

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