Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146477 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
The man behind me gets into it, sensing the change in me and assuming it has everything to do with him. His hands become bolder on my body, grazing over my tits before dipping low between my thighs and cupping my pussy. I grind against his hand as the hypnotic stare from across the club leaves me desperate for round two.
The way he brought my body to the edge in my bedroom was everything, and though I know the risks involved, I can’t help but want more. I want to drop to my knees for this man. I want to make him lose control the way he did for me.
The man behind me leans in, his lips brushing my ear intimately. “You wanna get out of here?”
I shake my head, still keeping my eyes on my stalker. “I’m not ready to leave,” I tell him.
“We don’t need to leave,” he says. “But I need to fuck you, you little tease. You wanna take a ride on my cock?”
Ugh.
I shake my head. “I just wanna dance.”
His grip tightens on my waist, and while the idea of being fucked into oblivion is doing wicked things to me, it’s not him or his friend I want touching me. Plus, the idea of being gang raped in the alleyway behind the club isn’t as appealing to me as I’m sure it is to him.
He groans in my ear. “Come on. I know you’re down for it. Promise, you’ll love it.”
I turn in his arms, realizing I’m going to have to get rid of this guy somehow, and seeing as though he’s thinking with his dick, there’s probably only one way to do this. “Okay, but I’m not leaving with you,” I finally tell him, beaming up at him as I continue moving my body against his, pressing my tits into his hands. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom, and I’ll meet you there in a second?”
His lips twist with excitement, an uneasy pride shining in his eyes, and he looks at me as though he’s just gotten away with something. “Okay, tease. Don’t keep me waiting long.”
“I won’t.”
His hands fall away from my body, and he slinks away to the men’s room. The moment he’s out of sight, I slip away into the crowd, grazing past Izzy to let her know I’m still alive. But with her lips still more than occupied, I doubt she even realizes it was me who just touched her.
I make a mental note to keep my eye on her, and as the alcohol begins to make me wobbly on my feet, I find my stalker across the room. I can’t help but gravitate toward him, my pussy throbbing with a wild need that only he could possibly satisfy right now.
Nerves spike in my chest, but with his dark gaze locked on mine, nothing is holding me back. I beeline toward him, and the closer I get, the more secluded we become from the rest of the club. My tongue rolls over my lips, my chest heaving with the same mix of fear and desire I felt in my bedroom, and damn it, I need to feel his hands on my body.
My knees shake with every step, but as I move right into his personal space, I turn on my heel, plastering my back against his chest in the same way we stood in my bedroom. His hand immediately locks around my waist, claiming me as though I’ve always belonged to him.
“I guess you found me,” I tell him, playing into his game.
He doesn’t say a word, but his approval is right there in the way his hips begin to roll with mine, our bodies moving together as we inch deeper into the shadows. I feel his cock up against my ass, and I press back against it, teasing him with everything I have.
I reach up behind me, locking my hand around the back of his neck as I tip my head back, the music claiming my soul and intoxicating me with its beat.
His hand moves down my body, and when it slips beneath the hem of my skirt, I welcome his touch. His fingers pull aside the delicate fabric of my thong, and then just like in my room, he pushes his skilled fingers deep inside of me.
I groan, my body falling against his as he holds me up, and I reach down between my thighs, gripping his hand and holding it there. Our bodies continue moving to the music as the palm of his hand grinds against my clit, sending me into a world of bliss.
My hips jolt as the pleasure rocks through me, and when his fingers split inside of me, I lose my fucking mind. His fingers massage my walls as I completely lose myself, not caring about the hundreds of bodies crammed into the club or the fact that any single one of them could look this way and see.