Page 12 of Greed

His large hands push the gown from my shoulders, past my waist, and beyond my hips, until it settles on the floor.

The only thing I’m wearing is a black lace thong. I didn’t do that for anyone’s benefit but my own. It’s a new piece of lingerie that I couldn’t wait to wear, so I didn’t. I slipped into it before I stepped into the princess get-up.

“You’re about to take my breath away.”

I smile, even though I know he can’t see my expression. “I thought I already did that.”

“Time and time again,” he says in a low tone. “Turn around.”

I do it quickly and with confidence. I don’t hide anything.

He takes a step back to take me in. “Jesus.”

A light laugh flows from me. “I take it that you like what you see.”

“Like?” His chuckle fills the silence. “I fucking love it. You didn’t strike me as a barbells-in-the-nipples type of girl.”

I stroke a fingertip over one of the piercings I got years ago on a whim. I like how they look, but I’ve come to realize it’s the way they feel that I love, particularly when I’m with a man who understands how to use them for my pleasure and his.

“Woman,” I subtly correct him.

“Indeed.” His lips curve into a grin. “A woman I can’t wait to fuck.”

The raw shamelessness in those words sends me back half a step.

“Show me,” he demands with intensity edging his tone. “Show me everything.”

I don’t hesitate. I slide the panties off, grateful I got waxed two days ago.

His gaze falls to the apex between my thighs. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what you looked like beneath those prim and proper skirts or those tight dresses you wear. I’ve been aching to see you.”

“I want to see you,” I whisper. “Please.”

He shakes his head slightly. “Soon.”

“Now,” I protest. “You’ve seen all of me.”

“I want to taste all of you,” he counters as he stalks toward me.

He has his hands on my waist, and then I’m on the bed on my back before another breath can leave me.

Still dressed in his tux with his outrageously expensive shoes on his feet, one of his knees is planted between my legs as he stares at my face before his gaze drops to my right breast.

He flicks his tongue over the piercing, sending a shudder through me.

“So nice,” he whispers in what sounds like a growl. “So, so nice.”

My hips buck when he takes the barbell between his teeth to tug at it. It’s gentle at first, but then it’s more…so much more that I feel my pussy clench from the sensation.

He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue still circling the piercing, increasing the intensity slowly. His hums of need vibrate through me, sending my hips into tiny circles as I chase my release.

“That feels amazing,” I manage to choke out the words in the middle of a moan. “I could come from that.”

“You will, but not now.” He gives my nipple a farewell kiss before he slides off the bed and to his knees.

I protest with a whimper because his mouth felt so good on me; the kisses, the pressure, all of it.

“I need this now.” His hands snake up my outer thighs. “Show me, Abby. Show me.”

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