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Hold Her Close (A Standalone Romance)(2)
Author: Penny Wylder

And then he leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss is pure fire, lighting me up from within. My body goes into overdrive as if it wasn’t already on its way there. Fucking hell the man can kiss, his tongue runs along my lips until I yield to him.

His hand is on my ass now, the other placing his glass down on the bar so he can explore the rest of me. He brushes it subtly down over my breast and to the side where my shirt creeps up exposing my skin.

“We need to get out of here,” I breathe.

“That would be another waste,” he says against my lips. “When I have a private room just steps away.”

I pull back in surprise. “You have a VIP room and you’re not already using it?”

He chuckles. “I’m not from here. I wanted to get a feel for the atmosphere of the club.”

“Your friends must be pissed.”

A shrug. “They weren’t happy, but I think it’s working out, don’t you?”

“Definitely.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me away from the bar. We weave across the dance floor, dodging bodies and limbs and any attempts to dance with us. Everything is hazy and my body is humming. Have I ever fucked a man this hot before? Is this a dream? We walk down a narrow hallway past a bouncer. When he flashes him a card, the bouncer opens anther door that leads to a dark hallway lined with doors. He stops at one and slides the key card. He opens the door and extends his arm, showing me the way inside.

The room is light and golden. There’s a bucket with champagne next to a lush sofa, and the shimmer of a crystal chandelier reflects sparks of light across the walls. But that’s all I see before I’m slammed into the back of the closed door, his body fully pressed against mine. His mouth comes down hard taking what he wants as his hands slip the straps of my top over my shoulders, exposing more skin for him to taste, and he does.

Turning me toward the door, he’s pulling up my skirt. “I need a look at that ass.” His hands brush across my lace panties, and the friction sends delicious sensations throughout my body. His big hands knead my ass and his lips skate across my bottom, leaving my panties warm and moist from his tongue. I feel his teeth grabbing at the lace and pinching my skin, and I can help the sounds coming from my throat as my hips start to move, pushing my ass closer to his face, wanting to feel more. I’m so warm between my legs I swear that he’s going to feel it.

He grabs my panties and pulls them down to my ankles. “You like it?” I ask.

“Fuck,” he says, low and urgent. “Baby, your ass is a goddamn work of art.”

Leaning against the door, I relax into the feeling of his hands on me, smoothing over my skin up to my spine and then stretching down over the backs of my thighs. Between my legs. He pushes my legs apart until I’m teetering on my heels, completely relying on the door for any sense of balance.

“Show it to me.”

“Show you what?” I manage to say, though my voice is barely more than a breathy moan.

A cry escapes my lips at the little spank he drops on my ass. “You know exactly what.”

Yes, I do. I arch my spine and push back my hips so that he can see absolutely everything. The fact that I’m aroused and wet for him, totally anticipating what his mouth will feel like on me. Relishing the adrenaline that comes from being completely in the moment.

This is what I wanted. Complete freedom. Complete anonymity. I don’t even know his name, and I don’t want to. All I want him to do is fuck me like I’m the girl of his dreams and then I’ll leave this city tomorrow to start living my own dreams.

His hands fall on my ass, spreading me open, and he feasts on my pussy like a starving man. Long, deep licks that send ripples through me. God, he knows what he’s doing, teasing my clit with his tongue before fucking me with it exactly like I hope he’ll do with his cock.

One stroke that covers me from top to bottom, almost all the way to my ass. This man is filthy, and I love it. I’m more aroused than I ever remember being, and I don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol or because of the man himself and the way his mouth is sealed over me, sucking like his life depends on it.

All at once he stands and pulls me away from the door and over to the couch. He playfully pushes me back and I happily sink into the couch, looking up at his eyes and his devilish grin. He drops to the floor and takes each of my feet out from my tangled panties and tosses them to the side. He slides his hands up my ankles and over my knees before covering my hips and pulling them to the edge of the couch. He hikes up my skirt even higher and peppers my hip bone with kisses and nips and licks, before dragging his tongue down my thigh. Then, with his rough hands, he parts my legs, and dives back to my pussy. He spreads my lips and starts at my clit, flattening his tongue and rubbing in circles. It’s a steady and building feeling, and my whole body is warming up. Slowly he works me like that until my fingers are digging into the leather couch and my entire body is vibrating.

He pulls his mouth off me and puts two fingers inside me. They glide in without any friction; I’m so wet. He pumps his fingers slowly in and out of me, before pausing to bring them to his face, inhaling and then licking them clean. I can’t help but moan. “You smell just as amazing as you taste.” Then he fingers me again but this time he curls them so they brush my G-spot, like he has a fucking map to find it. Holy shit. No one I’ve ever been with has been able to do that. He fucks me with his fingers slowly, his face mere inches from my pussy, looking up at me and clearly getting turned on watching me get off.

“Are you some kind of magician?”

He chuckles before wrapping his lips around my swollen clit and sucking me deep as he thrusts his fingers into me. He keeps up his relentless rhythm, and I feel my orgasm build. I clutch the couch, his hair, and then back to the couch again. The feeling is flooding my senses and I feel like I’m floating out of my body. The only thing I know is that I don’t want him to stop. He can’t stop. His tongue flicks over my clit quickly, and he’s hitting just the right spot now. My hands fly back to his head and hold him there, not letting him move at all. I feel my pussy gushing over his fingers inside me, and my thighs are vise-like around his head now. Then it’s there. That spark of orgasm that had been building explodes, and all the blood in my body seems to rush south. I can’t hear anything except my pounding heart and a long drawn out moan that I’m not even sure is my own. I keep my hands tangled in his hair, wanting his clever tongue to keep licking, to draw out every amazing second of my orgasm. The sparks that I see as he sends me over into bliss are brighter than the fucking chandelier. “Oh, fuck,” I yell the words and they echo off the walls, louder than the music they pump into these rooms. My hips lift off the couch and my hands still hold his head right where I need him.

If this room isn’t soundproof, the rest of the VIPs are about to get an earful, because I’m not a quiet fuck, and we’re not remotely finished. “There it is,” he murmurs, lips pressed to my skin. He keeps licking and fucking me with his hand, and my legs are shaking with the pleasure he’s forcing through me.

I groan, low and long, as the orgasm recedes, and I’m left completely spent and sated. He grins up at me from between my legs, deliberately licking his lips, and his chin is glistening. Fuck, that’s hot.

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