It’s all the warning I get before Jared surges forward and presses his open lips over my panty-clad pussy.
I gasp and shiver as he drags his tongue from my hole to my clit. My flailing hand find his shoulder and I hold on as he eats me out through my panties.
That ball of need expands in my pelvis, heating me up until I know I’m going to catch fire. But just when I think I’ll detonate, he pulls back.
He breathes like a man possessed, his eyes riveted between my legs. I look down and see the outline of my pussy framed against the wet white cotton.
“Damn, your cunt is so pretty,” he breathes, then almost compelled, he presses another kiss between my legs. “I’m going to enjoy fucking it, aren’t I?”
I have no answer for him, becauseyesfeels like I’m giving up my virginity too easily to the man who’s captured me despite every bone in my body wanting this.
Nofeels disingenuous because in this moment, I want this man more than I’ve wanted anything else in my life. Maybe even more than my dancing.
“Not going to answer me, little girl?”
I shake my head, more to clear it than in answer. He chuckles again, the sound adding to the many things I find so attractive about him.
“Dance again for me,” he rasps. Then, he adds, “Please.”
I tell myself it was thepleasethat swings it. But really, after seeing the effect my dancing had on him earlier, I would’ve done it without the courteous addendum.
Because that effect was powerful.
But more than that, it might beusefuldown the line.
So I straighten up as he restarts the music.
But before I can move, he captures my calf again. “Same as before but without the panties this time,” he says.
My jaw gapes, fireworks igniting all over again. “I…” Whatever feeble protest dies on my lips at his tightening hold and by the force of my own need. There’s almost an inevitability about what’s happening.
I no longer believe Jared Prince is a total monster.
He’s a mercurial recluse who has everything at his fingertips and yet seems rageful and unhappy.
And I’m attracted to the thought of being the one thing he’s utterly enthralled by.
Besides, he’s the only man who’severcaused my insides to tingle in this insane way. My gaze drops to his lap, to the rod standing upright, thick and glorious and terrifying.
The thought of having that thing inside me…maybe make that ache go away…is a chance I’m dying to explore.
The second I nod, he reaches up under the tutu and drags the panties down my legs. When I step out of them, he snatches them up and presses the cotton to his nose, groaning as he inhales me deep.
Eyes still feral, he jerks his head at the room. “Dance. Now.”
Despite my panty-less state, I’m more confident now. I dance, tossing in longer pirouettes and higher jumps.
When Iarabesquein front of him, he wraps my panties around his cock and growls something thick and dirty I don’t quite catch.
Feminine power swells through me. On my next circuit, I dance closer and elevate into anotherpenché.
“Jesus. How the fuck are you doing the split and those glorious pussy lips still stay closed?” he demands, his voice a guttural mess. His lips are slack and his eyes burn with fever.
I blush from head to toe and a whimper spills from my lips.
“More,” he orders.
And I dance. And dance. And each time I hold my pose in front of him, I’m wetter, my body screaming out for something it doesn’t fully know.