Page 152 of Champagne Fizz

“Let me be blunt,” I brush my mouth over his lips. “Trust me that I have this under control, Simon. Now make me come.”

He growls hotly and my panties are pushed aside. Simon’s fingers slip inside me, and I don’t know how many he uses, but his penetration is a fever-blaze. Lady Lada ripples and clenches around him, and I gasp against his mouth. He holds me upright as I come as fast as a firework against the night—sharp and brilliant—his fingers continuing to do so many delicious things I can’t keep track of them.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Simon pants, continuing his assault.

“Stars and sin, Simon,” I moan as he continues to move me through my waves of pleasure. “I—I—I’ve wanted you all week. I needed this release. I was pissed at you, but I wanted you at the same time.”

“Sounds like you’d be a fan of make-up sex,” he jokes, as I start to come down from my high and catch my breath.

“Maybe,” I reply, whimpering as he pulls his fingers from between my legs and lowers my thigh, letting the yellow dress descend between us. His eyes are still dark with desire and I can feel how hard he is under his suit.

Something pained flits through his eyes, and I can tell we’re at that crossroads again. We’re in the same place as before where he’s just getting started and I’m panting from over exhaustion.

He gives me a tight smile because he knows he can’t have what he actually wants, and he’s trying to convince himself that watching me orgasm is enough.

“Hey,” I grab the lapel of his suit to keep him from walking away, “I’m not done with you.”

“Kendall,” he says softly, looking down and not meeting my eyes. “I won’t take your virginity right now, now with the wedding—”

“Simon!” I interrupt, “you realize you just made me come without using your cock, right?”

Simon flinches at how abrasive that comment is, and I shudder at its forcefulness as well. I pull Simon forward using his suit coat, turning him and pushing him back against his perfectly ordered shelves.

“You just made me come on your hand,” I repeat, “which proves that there’s more than one way to give each other release.”

Simon gives me a confused look, and I decide to just show him.

I drop down to my knees until my face is in line with his belt, and when I look up Simon’s eyes are wide and his mouth is shaped in an O.

“Kendall?” Simon breathes heavily. “Are you—?”

I unbuckle him to prove it, pulling his pants and boxers to his knees and releasing his cock.

“Oh fuck, Kendall,” Simon curses, as his thick and impressive manhood springs forward and thwacks me in the cheek. Simon grunts and my mouth dries out. I’m face to face with the full Simon—hard, horizontal, and aching for my mouth.

The sight of him makes me moan with wickedness, and Lady Lada creams, hoping I’ll change my mind about not giving him my virginity.Who cares that there’s a wedding happening, one that you’re supposed to be orchestrating.

“Wow,” I whisper, gazing at him.

“You—you—” Simon’s breath is heavy, and I push his shirt and tie up, exposing his tight abs and the beauty of his exposed body. “You don’t have to do this, Kendall.”

I lick my lips, wetting my mouth.

He’s trying so hard to be a gentleman.

“But I want to,” I say, leaning forward.

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SIMON

Kendall opens her plush lips and swallows my tip.

“Oh, God!” I growl, my head swimming as her mouth explores me.

This must be how she feels when I hardly touch her. It’s sinful and wicked, and I’m filled with all this pent-up desire—aching for her to give me everything.

“Kendall, you have no idea how g—”

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