Page 11 of Sweet Deception
The floodgates open, and wild, rampant lust unleashes itself with a vengeance.
Fine.If he wants me, he can have me. But I won’t go quietly.
I refuse to be the only one losing control.
Pouring my weight into my hands, I push back, shoving my ass harder against his rigid dick.
Darren groans. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
His hands move to settle on my hips, squeezing as I work my ass against his hard length.
The pleasure grows with each buck of my hips. Nothing short of an earthquake could stop me from grinding against him, especially when Darren bucks into me.
Just that one small thrust sets me off like a firework.
Worst of all, I already know how amazing it’s going to be between us.
What’s wrong with me? Why has lust overwritten every logical thought in my mind?
Our breathing grows ragged as he maneuvers one of his hands under my dress and into my panties. The sudden brush of his rough fingers against my bare flesh makes me fling my head back and snap my eyes shut. As soon as he begins stroking me, though, my eyelids open to half-mast.
Belatedly, I realize I’m standing with my dress up around my waist in front of a glass door. Guests on an upper level in the hotel across the strip could probably see us if they cared to look.
That should yank me back to my senses. Instead, the knowledge that someone might be watching only builds the growing ache between my legs. “Oh my god…”
“Yeah? You like that?”
Darren plunges two fingers inside me and curls them, triggering a tremor through my thighs that almost collapses my legs. The moan that flies out of my mouth prompts a darkchuckle. His other hand slides up my back and neck until he gathers a fistful of hair. He tugs until my scalp almost stings.
Our reflection damns me even more, as does the wicked expression on his face that appears from over my shoulder.
With my arms pressed to the glass like this, I’m like a criminal being fingered before arrest.
He purrs in my ear. “Mmm, look at yourself.Sopping wet for me.”
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body.
“Don’t…” I can barely string a sentence together as he adjusts his position. “Don’t…say that kind of dirty stuff.”
“Why?” He chuckles again before curling his fingers. “It’s the truth.”
I sob in reply as I come undone.
He releases my hair and unzips his pants.
“And you know what else?” Darren rakes my dress up even higher while the hand pleasuring me abruptly stops and yanks my panties down my thighs. “Tonight, this pussy’s mine.”
I gasp when he jams his huge dick inside me. My entire body swims in delicious starlight and sharp, acute pleasure.
He groans, one hand clamped around my waist again, the other slapping the glass beside mine.
We moan together while he drags his cock out and thrusts it in again. Our combined weight against the glass rattles the door as he continues that tempo—a slow withdrawal followed by a hard stroke in.
Shock grips me when I realize I’m going to come again. It’s inevitable.
Darren growls like he’s angry. “Fuck, you’re tight for someone who seduces men all the time.”
How am I supposed to respond to that?
