Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
I could feel the spongy pad under my fingers rippling with each flick, and I knew that she was close.
“I’m gonna come,” she mewled only loud enough for me to hear.
Then again, she probably could’ve screamed it and no one would’ve been the wiser.
The band was really picking up speed now, adding the guitars and drums in.
No one would hear her come.
No one but me.
I twisted my thumb to the bundle of nerves just above my thrusting fingers, and she moaned.
That moan turned into a tiny yell as she fell apart all around me, soaking my hand.
It was by far the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.
“Are you ready to hit it hard, Dallas?” the man at the mic yelled.
I was more than ready.
Athena slumped beside me, her breath coming in pants, and I reluctantly extricated my hand from between her legs.
I had to use my own napkin to clean up my hand, causing her to blush.
“I don’t know what the hell that was,” she breathed, eyes wide and panicked.
I leaned in, caught her face with my free hand, and said, “That was what I wanted to happen.”
And it was.
Didn’t every guy want a woman who responded so beautifully to his ministrations?
She leaned forward until her forehead was against my lips, and I dropped a kiss onto it before letting her go.
The lights went even lower, and Athena said, “Dance with me?”
I could deny her nothing.
She pulled me out onto the dance floor, but into the very back corner of the room.
I was about to ask her why she didn’t want to go closer when she stepped up onto a small step that put her a little under my height, and said, “Now I can see.”
I grinned, stepping up behind her and pulling her to my front. Her ass brushed against my still-hard dick, and we both froze.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
I pulled her in closer, my cock pressing against her backside and said, “It’s this fucking dress.”
“Is it?” She wiggled her butt.
I closed my eyes as I tried to get myself under control.
When I opened them again, all the lights were out, even the ones over the tables, and the only lights in the room were the ones over the stage.
We were in complete darkness.
We were…
I felt her small hand reach between us and start working on the waistband of my pants.
My heart started to pound, and I didn’t move a muscle as I let her work my cock free from my pants without unzipping or unbuttoning them.
It took some maneuvering, but eventually I popped free of my confines.
She shifted my cock between us, and soon I found myself pressed against her entrance.
“This is one of my favorite songs,” the man said. “I wish I’d written it.”
A slow number started to play, and Athena pushed back, urging me to take her.
I used the rhythm of the song to work my cock into her pussy.
Despite her just coming, I was big, and she was small.
Things didn’t just fit unless you finessed them.
But we were both determined, and soon I was fully embedded inside of her, and the music was pulsing around us.
It was a good song to fuck to.
It had a lot of bass, and it was slow, and the man’s voice was singing about making love in the dark with the woman he loved.
I felt like I was living the song.
There were a thousand people all around me, but it felt like we were in an empty room all by ourselves.
She swayed and ground against me, and I held onto her hips and pulled her in tight, not wanting her to lose a single inch.
We were making love, pure and simple.
It was more tantric—rhythmic—than any of the sex we’d had before.
It was… everything.
My hand drew up to press against her throat, my fingers on her pulse point.
Turning her head I kissed her, our tongues tangling, and our panting breaths mingling.
“This is the best song ever!” I heard someone say.
I opened my eyes to see a couple had come fairly close to us, both of them dancing together and unaware of us and what we were doing.
I felt Athena’s breath catch, and then her pussy clenched.
She liked that they were close.
She liked that they might catch us.
“You’re so pretty,” I murmured into her ear. “You stretch so nicely around my cock. Like every inch of you was made for every inch of me.”
Her pulse picked up under my fingers.
I kissed her again, slowly this time, and pulled away just long enough to growl, “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
She moaned, very loudly, and did just that.
I followed right behind, unable to stop myself after everything else we’d done.
I pulsed inside of her with soft grunts, filling her up so full that there was no way she’d be walking away without my cum slipping down her thighs.