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“Ever had a cigar in that tight, little pussy of yours?” He slid the edge of the cigar up my inner thigh, and I shivered. I had my hands braced on his shoulders to steady myself as he kept moving it up, higher and higher, until he was teasing the edge of my thong. I shivered uncontrollably. I was so wet that the little slip of silky material that covered my pussy was damp.
Could he feel the moisture making it soaked? Did he know that if he kept this up there was no way I could stop the flow of my arousal from coating my inner thighs and his pantleg?
My head started to feel a little too heavy, and I let it fall back, closing my eyes and moaning softly. I couldn’t have stopped doing either of those things if I tried.
“That’s it,” he rumbled softly, and I realized he was leaning closer to me, the vibrations from his voice moving along the shell of my ear and straight down to settle at my clit.
Anthony kept gently rubbing that cigar along where my thigh and pussy met. My inner muscles clenched painfully, and there was no stopping the aroused sounds that left me.
With my eyes closed and my other senses heightened, he moved his other hand around my hip, squeezing the delicate bone there before moving closer.
Closer even still.
And then he was hooking his finger under the edge of my panties, pulling them aside, and letting the digit brush along my bare skin.
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PYPER
Warm breath cascaded past my parted lips as he slowly ran a finger along my pussy lip. I could feel my pulse throbbing between my thighs, my tender and intimate flesh swelling from my heightened arousal.
“Look at me.”
I opened my eyes, not realizing I closed them until I was staring into the dark depths of his. I didn’t know why the mask made him so much more appealing. So much more arousing.
“I’m going to fuck you with this cigar, and then I’m going to smoke it, Pyper.”
I only had enough time to suck in the sharp breath before I felt the tip of the cigar teasing my pussy hole.
While he held my gaze with his, Anthony slowly started to push that thickness into me. I had a hand curled tightly against his shoulder, my nails scraping against the material of his suit jacket.
He didn’t go deep with the cigar, maybe just an inch, before pulling out and running it around my opening. He repeated this process over and over again until I was seconds away from begging him to just fuck me right there and then.
I’d never been a woman who wanted to explore her sexuality to the fullest. I’d never had a one-night stand. But I wanted to experience this unchained, chaotic, and arousing situation that only this one moment in time could provide for me.
I pushed all thoughts out of my head and focused on what Anthony was doing. He fucked me shallowly and slowly, repeating the process of teasing me and pushing it back into me.
I was panting, starting to roll my hips—or tried to while sitting on his lap—but I couldn’t get him to push it in deeper. I couldn’t get him to do what I wanted, and that was for him to really fuck me.
I moaned loudly before catching myself. It was then he pulled the cigar out and showed it to me.
“Look at this, precious.”
My face heated more at the fact that the cigar was darker and glossy where it had been in my pussy.
“So wet for me, and I haven’t even gotten my cock into your little cunt.” Anthony pushed the bottom of his leather mask up just enough I could see his mouth. His lips were full, the beard framing them thick and masculine. He dragged his tongue over the end of the cigar that had just been lodged inside me and made these gruff, animalistic noises deep within his chest, the vibrations moving through me. “So fucking good. I love how you taste.”
His words and obscene actions had my clit throbbing and caused me to bite my bottom lip. He still had his hand placed on my inner thigh, keeping my panties pulled aside and my legs wide. Anthony smoothed his thumb back and forth over my skin.
When he was done lapping up my pussy juices from the cigar, he smoothed his fingers over my slit before reaching over and grabbing the cigar cutter. He snipped the end before tossing the tool aside.
Even though he wasn’t touching me any longer, my body still felt like it was on fire.
He grabbed a match and lit it with expertise and ease. I noticed he made sure the flame didn’t directly touch the cigar and grew aroused watching him rotate it slowly, and once the edges of the wrapper were thinly blackened, he brought it to his mouth and took that first puff.
My lips tingled as he rotated the cigar once it was in his mouth. I wasn’t sure why he was so methodical with this process, but I found it so intoxicating.
Anthony leaned back, balancing me on his lap, and languidly released the smoke, creating an addicting cloud of sensuality between us.
