by Alexis Angel
But I’ve lost my chance to make her feel like the only woman in the room, so I try another approach, something nonthreatening and straight to the point.
“Do you really want to stay here all night and do the chicken dance? Or do you want to come with me and dance more intimately, preferably with no pants?”
Now the choice is hers. I can see the wheels turning in her head. She knows she should say no to sloppy seconds, and I really wouldn’t blame her if she did, but I think we both know the alternative is not nearly as fun.
Finally, she cracks a smile.
“I fucking hate the chicken dance.”
“Good girl. There must be an empty room around here somewhere. Maybe I’ll even lock the door this time.”
She pauses for a moment, twisting her hands nervously as she considers my invitation. I can tell she’s a really nice girl, and she already knows I’m a really bad boy.
Which is exactly why I know she’s going to say yes.
Soon, I’ll get another glimpse of that ravenous look she was giving me.
She smiles deviously. “I think we should leave it open.”
Chapter 4
Mira
I follow him. I don’t know why, but I go off instinct and listen to the burning desire inside of me that tells me to.
I want this man, and I want to do things to him that I’ve only heard of—things that people shy away from or side-eye. And I don’t know why.
I’m sure he’s an expert in everything. And there’s nothing better than having a hands-on lesson with an expert. People pay a shit ton for that experience, and I’m greedily getting it for free.
And I’m sure this sounds crazy, and it’s not something I do regularly—or ever—but here I am. My hand in his, letting him lead me wherever he wants.
But I’m still a bit curious…
“Where are we going?” I spat out at him.
I’m not annoyed in the slightest; our banter is fucking fun, and I want to keep it going.
“You’ll see. I have plans for that dirty mouth of yours.”
He turns back to me, and his lips curl into a devious smirk.
My clit throbs at the sight, and it takes everything in me not to jump him before we make it to our final destination. Wherever that may be.
“You have plans? Care to elaborate?” I ask, feeling extra feisty.
He’s self-assured and cavalier assumption that I’ll want to join him in his plans irks me. I mean, I’m going to, but that’s beside the point. I don’t want him to think that I’m easy.
But the way he goes about it is fucking hot.
His presence alone is fucking hot. He commands attention when he walks in a room, like he’s controlling everyone and everything around him. It’s magnetic, and my body is immediately drawn to him.
Before he answers me, he opens the door to an empty bedroom and pushes me against it, effectively closing it behind me.
With his hands on either side of my face, he leans in and hovers over my mouth, refraining from kissing me.
It’s aggravating as hell, and it makes the tension between us excruciating.
I find myself holding my breath, waiting for him to say something or touch me—anything, really. But he doesn’t.
My lips reach up towards him, and my back arches, pushing my ass against the door and lifting my breasts. I need him to touch me. But he doesn’t. He continues to stare at me, not doing anything.
I’ve never been this turned on before, and it’s almost uncomfortable.
“How badly do you want this?” he whispers in a low, sensual voice that sends shivers down my spine and ignites my body.
I lift my brow and glare at him, trying to cover my bodily reaction so that I can gain a grounding and hold onto this moment. His lips lightly trace over my jaw, his breath warming me as he nibbles on my ear.
I gasp when he bites hard on my earlobe, and he suddenly covers my mouth with his.
It’s a rough and hungry kiss that falls into a frenzied pace. We both lose our breath.
I grab onto his jacket and push it off his broad shoulders, and I start to unbutton his shirt. As I do, I push him back, directing him towards a bench at the end of the bed.
“I have better plans for us,” I say.
I smile at him, and his eyes shoot up in surprise.
“Do you now?”
“I promise you’ll be pleased.”
The back of his knees hit the bench. They buckle, and he lands on the cushion.
I finish undoing his buttons and expose his hard chest to my touch. I run my hands over it, feeling his smooth skin and the heat emanating from him. I travel over each crevice that the hardness of his muscles makes, humming to myself.
Greek gods couldn’t have made a better sculpture if they tried. But now, I’m able to reap all the benefits and revel in its glory.
I bite my lip as I explore, and he leans back, watching me in amusement.
“Like what you see?” he says with a playful chuckle.
“It’ll do.” I wink at him and move my hands down to his belt buckle. “But I want to see if everything is to my liking.”
I continue to unbutton his pants, and he spreads his legs out, giving me room to kneel.
“I have yet to hear any complaints.”
His voice is strained, eagerly waiting for my lips to cover his dick. But he’s posture still conveys a refined calmness and a controlled power.
Hah.
I smile and make a note to take my time. Tease him and make him want it more. I’m in control now, and I’ll give him as much as I want and when I want.
He’ll come on my terms, not his.
“Every woman needs to know what she’s getting into…and if it’s worth her while.”
I lick my lips and stare at him through hooded eyelids.
“Like I said, I’ve only received outstanding reviews…of my dick and its performance.”
I’m sure he isn’t lying. After seeing what I did in the kitchen, I’m aware of what his tongue can do, and from the looks of it, his cock has the same potential.
There’s an impressive bulge straining against the fabric of his pants, and I trace over it with my fingers, calculating his girth and length.
Fuck, it’s huge.
I get giddy with excitement. This might be my first time, but I’m always excited for a new challenge.
His dick springs out, and I smile.
“Looks like someone’s a little eager?” I tease.
“What can I say?” he says. “My dick loves seeing pretty little sluts like you on their knees.”
I lower down onto my knees and brush away a rose petal that’s fallen from the bed. It’s then when I notice the bedroom—decorated for the newlyweds.
Rose petals outline a heart on the duvet cover, and a bottle of Dom Perignon is chilling on their bedside table with two ornate crystal glasses and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. A card is placed before the display with beautifully written calligraphy literally spelling out ‘Newlyweds.’
Oops.
Looks like the newlywed suite will already be christened in. But at least, we’re not on the bed—yet.
Pulling me back to him, he takes my hand up to his mouth, sucks in a finger, and bites the tip.
I stare at him the whole time, mesmerized at his technique and his shameless move. He’s truly the embodiment of masculinity and sexuality—primal and so fucking attractive. It’s driving me wild not to go crazy and devour him in one second.
But I refrain. I want to take this slow and relish every part of this moment.
Every touch, feeling, every sensation…
Reflexively, I withdraw my hand and place it on his upper thigh and squeeze it hard. His body bucks forward, grabs onto my jaw, and kisses me forcefully.
I pull out his cock and jerk away from his hold, breaking apart our lips.
I strain to keep my mouth from hitting the floor as I’m met with a twelve-inch cock before my eyes. I can tell
he notices the glimmer of excitement flashing through them.
“Impressed?” he taunts me.
“Like I said, it’ll do.”
In all honesty, it’ll do very well—I hope. But I can’t tell him that and let him think that he has the upper hand. Fuck that.
I’m the one with his dick in my hands, so really, I have all the power. He’s the one in the vulnerable position, giving me free reign of his most cherished and powerful member.
And I can do whatever I want to it, make him cum or not—it’s my decision.
I wiggle my shoulders—feeling extra powerful and remind myself of that—and I start to stroke his cock with one hand and massage his balls with the other.
A low, deep moan vibrates through him, and his balls tighten.
I love feeling what my touch can do to him.
“Fucking suck it,” he seethes through clenched teeth.
“Excuse me?”
I stop stroking him and hover my lips over the tip, wanting him to pay for his rude outburst.
“Be a good little slut and suck my dick.”
“Not if you don’t ask nicely.”
I move my lips up and down his cock, breathing on his stiffening cock.
I will exercise all the power I have, like the fucking CEO that I am. And it looks like he’ll have to learn how to treat me with the respect that I have so rightfully earned.
“Please.”
He glares at me, his steel grey eyes burning into me.
That’s it. And now he’s needy as fuck.
A rush of sensations surge through me, and I comply with a stroke of my tongue. Starting from the base of his shaft, I lick and kiss his length, and my mouth wraps around his head.
My fingers continue to trace along his veins and fondle his balls.
The gooey inside emerges from the tip and lingers over my tongue, tasting sweet and salty—my favorite combination.
His hips move up against me, and he groans.
“Fuck, yes. That’s how I like it, baby.”
“I like it better when you’re begging,” I say right before I swallow him whole.
My eyes water from the fullness, and I wince when it hits the back of my throat.
But I feel a sense of pride, knowing that I can take him whole.
“Ahhh, fucking hell. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
I push his cock in and out of my mouth, occasionally grazing the shaft lightly with my teeth. He groans louder when I do.
I bob up and down a few times and release him with a pop. Pre-cum emerges from his head and falls down his shaft. I lick it up, making sure to get every last drop of his deliciousness.
“Do you want more?” I ask, trying to get him to beg me again.
I wasn’t lying when I said I liked it when he begs. It proves to me how much power I actually do have. And fuck, I am very drunk on power right now.
“Oh, baby, you’re insatiable.”
I put my hands on either of his upper thighs, squeeze them, and square my shoulders.
“You have no fucking idea.”
I smirk assuredly, and he greets me with a mischievous smile, his grey eyes lighting up like diamonds.
It’s gorgeous.
“Suck me, baby. I want you to suck me, hard.”
Chapter 5
Owen
This woman is something else.
One second, she’s batting me away, and the next, her mouth is wrapped around my dick.
It’s fucking amazing, and I love it.
Since the moment I saw her, she had my dick’s attention. It was rock hard as I watched her tight little body sashay around the ballroom, teasing me as her ass and tits bounced with every movement.
I knew I had to have her. And I always get what I want.
“Ah, yes!”
My dick hits the back of her throat again, and my body is electrified.
I lean against the bed, needing to brace myself for what will surely be an amazing orgasm. A few rose petals land on my head, and I blow them away.
I look around briefly, not wanting to miss any of the show in front of me, and I see champagne and champagne glasses in my peripheral vision, and it dawns on me: this is where my brother plans on fucking his wife tonight. It’s decorated for newlyweds—specifically for wedding night consummation.
I knew it was his room, but I didn’t think they’d go all out for this shit.
I laugh. This is fucking perfect. I’m not one bit upset; in fact, I love this moment even more.
Possibly just as much as her mouth on me.
I’ll have to make sure to fuck her right on top of that rose petal heart. I can’t wait, and I’m swiftly jolted back to the job at hand.
“You’re fucking mouth is addicting,” I grunt as her lips tighten around my girth.
It’s fucking impressive how she can take me so easily. It makes me more eager to see how inviting her cunt is.
She licks down my shaft and sucks my balls into her mouth, kneading them with her tongue.
The sensation is fucking maddening.
I moan and grab onto her hair, pulling it to release some of the rising tension. I can feel my orgasm build, pressure stiffening my muscles.
“I’m going to fuck that tight body of yours until you can’t walk,” I groan.
She’s like a fucking porn star with that mouth, a petite little slut consuming me like it’s her job.
I need to be inside of her, see what else she has up her sleeve.
She purrs against my cock, the vibrations of her lips winding me up tighter.
“That’s a big promise to make,” she says with her mouth full of me.
It’s a beautiful fucking sight. A scene I’d love to watch every day of my damn life.
“Oh, I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
She looks up at me, her blue eyes darkened with desire and filled with heat. There’s a spark of excitement that lightens her expression, and I can tell she’s on board for what’s to come—for her to cum.
“Like the sound of that? My hard dick pounding into you, bending you over, and taking you like the slut you are?”
“And what else?” she asks through shallow breaths, grabbing my dick with her hand. Her thumb rubs my precum around my head and massages my throbbing vein.
This is a power move. I’ve seen these moves before—I’ve done it before, and I’ve been on the receiving end of it. But two can play at this game, and I’m a fucking professional at it.
I stare at her, determination and promise in my eyes and voice.
“I’ll spread you beneath me on that rose petal bed and fill that tight body of yours with my twelve inches.”
She licks my tip and swallows me whole—again.
I groan, loudly, and clutch onto her head. My hips thrust up into her, and she takes me hungrily, like I’m her last fucking meal.
“And…” she murmurs.
“And I’ll devour that wet cunt of yours, licking and sucking your clit until you’re crying out my name, begging for me to make you cum.”
My cock begins to pulsate, and my muscles tense to the point of pain. I’m on the brink of exploding, and I can tell she’s making me last longer.
She’s doing exactly what I promised I’d do to her.
She is so fucking good.
“I’ll pour champagne all over your naked body and lick every drop, getting drunk off you.”
I envision it, and my body stills.
“I’ll shower you with my cum while your orgasm rips through you, making your body numb and needy. You’ll be begging for more, wanting nothing but my dick inside of you.”
Her mouth wraps around me, tightly, and she gradually pulls my length into her. Her hands massage my balls, and she starts a torturous rhythm—stroking my dick, fondling my balls, and fingering my taint.
“Cum in me,” she demands.
“I’m going to fucking explode in you. Drink me, baby.”
I moan and reach for her.
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sp; My muscles start to jerk, and she grazes her teeth over my sensitive skin, sending me over the edge.
I erupt, and cum gushes into her mouth violently. She takes it all like the fucking professional she is, and milks me with her hand.
“Fuck, yes. Swallow my cum. Take it all.”
When I finish, she licks me clean, making sure to follow my directions.
Good girl.
I run my hands through her hair as she diligently cleans my mess, and I’m mesmerized by her talented tongue.
Suddenly, I hear voices come from the other side of the door, and before I can react, Carl and Carol walk in.
Fuck.
Carol shrieks and covers her eyes, like she just witnessed a murder, and Carl holds her, angling her view away from us.
I laugh, unable to control it.
They’re so fucking dramatic. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before—or have done. Well, hopefully.
The devious woman before me immediately jumps up to her feet and wipes her mouth. Her cheeks grow as crimson as her lips, and she fumbles around to straighten her dress and hair.
“Do you not knock around here?” I ask Carl while I put my dick back in my pants and zip it up.
“To our—my—bedroom?” he yells at me.
He’s furious, and I’m not sure what for. Yes, this doesn’t look great, and I probably shouldn’t be getting fucked in the bedroom that’s made up for his wedding night, but to me, it was fucking worth it.
And to be honest, knowing that I shouldn’t be here made it more fun.
“This our room, and if you can’t tell, it was for our wedding night,” Carol says through soft sobs.
She turns into Carl’s chest, still holding her hands over her face.
“Oh, calm down, Carol. It’s just a fucking bed. I’m sure you’ve fucked in it before.”
She cries out louder, continuing the theatrics. It’s ridiculous.
I finish buttoning my shirt and find my jacket on the floor between the mouth expert and myself.
Mira watches me intensely and wraps her arms around her waist, almost shivering from her nerves.
“I’m so sorry,” she says, sounding genuinely remorseful.
