drenched channel. He curled them inside her body, rotating them in smooth, circular
movements, and
Sienna screamed as she
released.
Before lifting her in his arms, he withdrew his fingers and kissed her sensitive flesh. Her release was
so prolonged, drained her so completely, that afterward she was too weak to do anything but lay back in
his arms when he strode out of the room with her nestled in his arms.
She barely cataloged in her mind the journey down a long hallway toward a closed room.
He kicked
open the door to the bedroom, carried her inside, pulled back the thick comforter, and placed her on satin
sheets.
Sienna watched in blissful contentment as he shucked his clothes and walked over to a bureau and
opened the top drawer. Her heart raced when he withdrew several foil packets and tossed them on the side
table near the bed.
She moaned when he crawled onto the bed, naked, shoved her legs up, and held on to her knees. His
beautiful, hard body brushed against her sensitive skin.
The clarity of his intent shone brightly in his light-colored eyes.
Save the light from the hallway, and the illumination of the moon, the room was bathed in a sensual
glow of semidarkness. Yet, Sienna could clearly make out the hard length of his thick, curved penis resting
against the muscled planes of his softly furred stomach.
As he ripped one of the condoms open with his teeth, she
swallowed the melon-ball size of lust and
desire. Before he could roll the prophylactic on, she reached down and trailed her fingers over his tight
erection. The contrast of hard cock and soft skin was as enticing as it was beautiful.
She caressed him, stem to root, and grasped the soft sac
covering his testicles, the weight heavy and
warm to her touch. She
feathered her fingers up his length and smoothed her fingers over the bulbous,
pre²cum-tipped head.
His gaze was hot, intent, focused on her as she played with him. With a small smile, she opened her
mouth and licked her fingers, the taste of his cum both sweet and salty.
Ńo,µ he bit out harshly. Íf you keep that up, this won·t last long.µ
´Turnabout is fair play,µ Sienna murmured, her eyes trained on his beautiful cock.
She never gave a man head, never wanted that closeness when a woman willingly took a man·s shaft
in her mouth, deep, and made love to it.
Yet, with this man, she longed for that closeness, even if it was temporary.
She closed her eyes and
swallowed the excess of fluid in her mouth.
The thought of her going down on him, taking every glorious inch of him deep inside her mouth, of
him bathing the back of her throat with his cum, was a tantalizing fantasy in her mind.
One she wanted to come true.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him.
Ĺater, maybe. Now I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around my dick,µ he replied in a coarse
voice. He must have read the purpose in her eyes and she stifled a need to laugh.
All humor evaporated when he rolled the condom onto his shaft, shoved her legs farther apart, spread
her wide, and pushed into her.
Úmmm«wait³wait,µ she
panted as he began to fill her.
He paused at her portal.
Sienna felt her walls clamp down, firm, against his invasion.
She·d made love before³it wasn·t as if
she were a virgin, and hadn·t been one for longer than she wanted to remember. He·d also sufficiently
prepared her downstairs, but he was a lot bigger than his hand.
And she didn·t know if she·d ever had a
man the size of Mac inside her.
´We·ll take it slow.µ His breathing was harsh, yet he stopped, pulling out a little, the round knob of his
dick resting at her entry.
´God, you·re big.µ
Mac gave a rough laugh and waited.
One thick finger came out to play with her clit. She felt the gush of liquid saturate his finger as he
flicked and toyed with her.
He turned his head and brushed a kiss along the inner skin of her thigh. The simple caress was her
undoing. She cried out and her legs relaxed, opening more to him.
Ńo, close them.µ
He forced her legs closed, bunching them against each other. The action stimulated her clit. Her
thighs brushed against the sides of her mound, forcing the lips of her vagina to rub against her inner folds,
intensifying the pressure.
He leaned away from her and slowly pushed his length inside, filling every square inch of space within
her clenching walls. Sienna cried out in protest. He was so thick and hard, she felt stuffed.
And he wasn·t all the way in, yet.
He pushed on, unwavering, until she felt as though the tip of his dick brushed against the back of her
womb, he was embedded so
deeply.
He slowly began to screw his hips and Sienna released a mangled groan of pain and pleasure. He
captured her cry within his lips, shoving his tongue deep inside her mouth.
Slow, hot, drugging kisses mimicked the way he dragged his dick back and forth inside her. He·d
positioned her legs tight together and forced her clit into direct contact with his groin. In the position he
held her, the root of his cock ground against her clit until Sienna felt the tight, coiling sensation spiral in her
womb, and welcomed the
release she knew was
forthcoming.
Each advance and retreat of his flexing hips drove his dick deeper inside her wet heat. With each
downward stroke, she felt the fine, wiry hairs surrounding his groin rasp against her wet folds, her clit,
intensifying the sensation.
Sienna mewled and whimpered against his mouth as the
pressure built.
Ńot yet, sweet girl, not yet.µ
Mac released her lips and breathed the words against the side of her
mouth and stilled his
movements.
Sienna was dragged back from the edge of release when he stopped moving.
´What³what you are doing?µ
she yelled at him, frustrated and ready to climb the pinnacle just out of
reach.
Mac pulled out until the knob of his cock hovered at the lips of her pulsing vaginal lips. He inserted
two fingers inside her drenched walls, scooping out her thick cream. Sienna·s breathing hitched, her heart
beat loudly, and she waited.
She felt his hands spread her cheeks wide and circle his lubed fingers over the small, tight ring of her
buttocks. Before she had time to react with more than a loud gasp, he·d slipped two thick fingers inside,
and Sienna released a sharp hiss at the painful intrusion, the pressure hot, inside her ass.
He leaned down, his body
draping hers, and covered her lips, giving her a soul-wrenching, deep, toecurling
kiss, stifling her cry within his mouth. He moved his other hand to cup her warm mound, one lone
finger coming out to pluck at her engorged, pulsating clitoris. He slipped two thick fingers deep into her
opening and her walls clamped down to capture them, her sphincter clenching, tightly gripping his fingers.
Taking deep breaths, Sienna squirmed around the dual
penetration.
Ít·s okay, baby, just relax. I need you nice and creamy.µ His voice was raspy.
In careful strokes, he
manipulated her, his fingers
dragging in and out, in hot glides and smooth
caresses. Her juices saturated his fingers inside her pussy while easing the restriction inside her ass until
the pain passed into pleasure, and she began to move, freely, bucking against him. The
warmth invaded
her limbs in a slow, insidious heat, snaking through her body, crawling up her limbs. Nearly incoherent with
the pleasure, Sienna convulsed, giving in to the pleasure.
Moaning, crying out, she
welcomed the fiery orgasm. As she came, he encouraged her, his voice low
and husky. ´Yes, just like that, Sin«. Now let go.µ
Sienna needed no further
coaxing. The orgasm raced through her, devastating and complete.
She·d just recovered, her body still quaking in the aftermath, when she felt the blunt end of his penis
nudge her passion-swollen lips and slide deep inside her channel.
Grasping her hips, Mac rode her, jostling her body as he rotated his muscular hips, knifing into her
cunt. With a shout, he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining, his arms
shaking, and sweat
pouring down his face.
´Yes! God, yes!µ he shouted as he ground against her, digging his fingers into her hips. His straining
arms bracketed her body, and his heaving chest touched the tips of her nipples as he drove into her, one
last thrust before he came.
Covering her lips with his, he swallowed her cries when an unexpected second
orgasm hit her as well.
He pulled away from her,
allowing his body to rest against hers, his heart beating a wild rhythm
against her breasts.
He slowly moved away from his position on top of her and lay behind her, throwing one
muscular leg
over her hips, his softened penis nestled in her crease as he spooned her body close.
For long moments, they lay in that position, silent, his hard chest blanketing her back.
Once Sienna·s heart had calmed and her breathing became more normal, she laid her hands over his,
crossed over her waist. She wanted to say something,
anything, but couldn·t rouse any form of intelligent
speech in the aftermath of his wild lovemaking.
The satisfaction and
contentment she felt had
rendered her body boneless, her mind mush. All she
wanted to do was sleep.
´How many men have you gone home with, offered your body to, after you·ve danced for them, Sin?µ
His light hold on her waist tightened as he asked the question.
She was moments away from drifting off into a sated slumber; his words slammed her back to full
awareness. Damn.
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S ienna·s back stiffened against Mac·s chest with his abrupt question.
Yeah, he had no damn right to ask her the question he had, but that hadn·t stopped the words from
flying out of his mouth.
Mac held her close, his
breathing calming. The fine tremors she·d elicited from him when he·d first
stroked into her were easing, finally, with his release.
´You have no right to ask me that,µ she said, her voice barely above a whisper. ´You have no control
over me. My body is my own, to share with whom I please.µ
She was right; he had no right.
But the thought of her allowing another man to rock into her hot,
sweet pussy was an image he wanted scrubbed from his mind.
When she tried to move from him, he pulled her tight, his hold strong. He refused to allow her to run
away from him.
Ánswer me,µ he demanded,
ignoring the truth of her words, intent on getting her to answer his
question.
The silence stretched out, until he thought she would refuse to answer. When she did reply, he had to
strain to hear her words.
Ńo, I don·t,µ she answered, her voice clipped. When she offered no further words of explanation, he
turned her body around,
impatient, forcing her to look at him.
´Why me?µ He framed her soft face with his hands and stared down at her intently.
She worried her bottom lip, scraping the lush rim with her small white teeth. She stared up at him,
uncertainty in her dark eyes.
Í don·t know. Right place, right time«right man,µ she answered flippantly, but Mac saw past the words and the careful, neutral expression. He was trained to read feelings no matter how well someone
tried to hide them.
Instead of challenging her, he let the question go. He leaned down and captured her soft lips with his,
lingering, pulling her bottom rim into his mouth, before slowly releasing it.
She raised her hands to cover his, cupping the sides of her face.
´Does any of that matter?µ
Mac opened his mouth to speak, ready to give her a swift rebuttal, but he clamped his mouth, just as
suddenly.
He didn·t want to get wrapped up with this woman. Yes, he wanted her, had wanted her from the first
time he·d seen her on stage. And after the lap dance she·d performed, there had been no way he·d be able
to leave her alone until he·d slaked his lust for her.
And that·s all it was. Pure lust.
He captured her lips with his, kissed her until both of them were breathless, before
releasing her.
Ńo, it doesn·t. Only the here and now.µ His gaze traveled down her small nose and
lingered on her
sensual full lips. Lips stained red from his kisses.
Mac cupped the back of her head and led her to his chest, lying back against the plump pillows near
the headboard of the bed. After a hesitant moment, she laid her head on his chest, her soft curls tickling
his nose when he rubbed his chin back and forth over the top of her head.
´You should wear your own hair when you dance. It·s beautiful.µ
He fingered a lock of hair between
his fingers. It was thick and smooth in texture. ´Why don·t you?µ
Í wear it short, and most of the customers like long hair, adds to the fantasy.µ She laughed, a short,
humorless-sounding laugh.
´Doesn·t add to my fantasy.
You·re beautiful. Would still be beautiful even if you were slick bald.µ
Sienna·s answering laugh was more genuine this time. ´Thank you.µ Her fingers toyed with the hair on
his chest as she continued speaking. Álso, it adds to the anonymity. All they see on stage is a body. When
I wear the wig, it helps to disguise me even more,µ she disclosed.
Mac was quiet. Over the last week, he·d seen that she didn·t dance for anyone but herself.
´How long have you danced?µ
He lifted her body, until she was laying on top of him, her head resting
comfortably beneath his chin.
´Jac«I had been living in a real dump, couldn·t afford anything decent after I moved to DC. I struggled for a few years, working odd jobs here and there, along with working as a waitress to make ends
meet.µ
Mac caught the slip. She was about to utter the same name Damian said earlier in the evening. The
name Marks choked out, which had made cold fear appear in her eyes.
Í·ve been dancing at the Sweet Kitty for four years,µ she finished.
´How old were you when you ran away?µ He brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.
She
leaned away from his chest and peered into his eyes, intently, in the dark.
´Who said anything about me running away?µ
´Didn·t you run away?µ he asked, leavi
ng it up to her to share or not.
A fraction of silence before she answered, Éighteen. I was eighteen when I left.µ
Mac stroked his hands over her hair as she spoke, silent, listening intently.
Í left home as soon as I turned eighteen, hadn·t even graduated from high school. But it was time.
So, on my eighteenth birthday, I left.µ
´Did your family ever look for you?µ
Í don·t have much family to speak of. Lived in foster homes most of my life,µ she told him.
The
admission didn·t surprise him.
´Didn·t see any use in hanging around a place I wasn·t wanted.
As far as
anyone looking for me? No.µ
´Wouldn·t your foster parents notify your caseworker?µ
´Why would they? They still got their check from the state for me until I turned eighteen. Once the
checks ended, they didn·t give a damn one way or another. I·m sure they got another kid to fill my bed.µ
She laughed without humor.
Í·m sorry to hear that,µ he murmured.
Ít·s life. I learned at an early age life wasn·t fair. You work the cards you·re dealt, don·t rely on
anyone but yourself, and don·t get caught up, don·t get hurt that way.µ
Mac ran one hand down her back, caressing her soft, satiny skin.
He·d always thought he was a hard son of a bitch, detached.
He·d helped raise his kid sister, did his
stint in the army, got banged up, and tended to play his emotional cards close. Or so he was always told.
He wasn·t the warm and fuzzy type. He now wondered who was the most closed off
emotionally³he or the
beautiful woman who lay on top of him.
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S ienna wanted to tell him everything. Wanted to unburden herself to a complete stranger.
Wanted to
release the anger and pain of growing up the way she had. Of the stupid choices she·d made along the
way.
Choices she had to make, in order to protect her brother and survive.
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