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She pulled the dress over her head, careful not to dislodge the wig, and shook the unfamiliar wavy locks loose over her shoulders.
“Take off the wig,” he commanded.
Liv ran her fingers through the curls. “I kind of like it. Pretending to be someone else is freeing, you know? I’m just some anonymous blonde in a hotel room. Who knows which way I’ll jump?”
“I’ve fucked lots of anonymous blondes in hotel rooms,” he said. “I’m bored with it. I want to fuck you. Lose the wig.Now.”
She peeled the wig off, muttering under her breath as she plucked out pins, and shook the dark mass of hair down into a kinky, tangled cloud over her back. She lifted her chin. “Happy now?”
“I’m getting there,” he rasped. “Soon. I’ll be happy very soon.”
She backed up against the vanity. He loomed over her, stealing all the oxygen, blocking all the light. Her bottom pressed hard against the cool, varnished wood. He kicked her legs apart and stood between them. The fine chiffon snagged on the rough spots on his hands.
He sank down onto his knees in front of her, took one of her feet, caressing it in his big, warm hands before draping it over his shoulder.
“Pull the crotch away,” he directed her. “Show me your pussy.”
She shivered with dizzy excitement as she tugged the damp scrap of chiffon out of the way. She was so aroused, puffy and pink and wet.
He let out a long sigh of delight. “Wow. So shiny and pink. You glow. Put your finger inside your pussy. Show me how wet you are.”
She bit her lip, shaking uncontrollably as she parted her labia and slid her finger inside herself. She wanted to do it seductively, like a strip tease, but she was too aroused to choreograph herself.
She pulled her finger out. Sean seized her hand, dragged her finger into his mouth. The hot, tight suction sent delicious shivers of longing through her. He pulled her finger out of his mouth.
“Hold your panties out of the way while I get my fix,” he ordered.
She couldn’t speak, or breathe, or do anything but watch. Her arm trembled at the strain of supporting her body while her other hand held the gusset of her panties aside so that he could have at her with his skillful, ravenous tongue.
He gripped her hips while his tongue lashed and thrust into her juicy folds, swirling around, stabbing deep, then trilling deliciously with his tongue. His position was submissive, but he was anything but. He took what was all his, laying claim to her pleasure. Every time demanding more from her, every time a deeper, wider surrender.
She quivered in his ruthless grip, pushing herself eagerly against his face. The mirror was cold and hard against her back, the edge of the vanity cut into her bottom, she didn’t even know anymore which way gravity was supposed to be pulling her except closer to his hungry, sucking mouth, closer, whipping her up to a screaming intensity—
Wave after wave of sweet hot pleasure throbbed through her, lapping over every nerve.
Far too soon after that, he pulled her up onto her rubbery legs, turning her so they both faced the mirror. She caught herself with her hands on the edge of the vanity, panting through flushed, shaking red lips as he kicked off his jeans. Naked and hard and huge.
“I like the mirror,” he said. “I want you to watch your own face while I fuck you. I want you to see how hot you look when you’re sighing and moaning and coming. Pull your panties down, Liv.”
She shook her head. “I can’t do it like this, standing up,” she said breathlessly. “No way. I’m…I’m jelly. I’ll melt. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” A merciless smile curved his mouth. “You will. You’ll do whatever I want. You like it that way. You like me this way.”
He had her, the arrogant bastard, but there was nothing she could do when he touched her like that, nuzzling the hair away from the nape of her neck while he yanked her panties halfway down her thighs.
“You jerk. You’re b-being ridiculous,” she forced out.
“Works for me.” He tugged her arms until they folded. “Prop yourself up on your elbows. I love your ass at that angle. I can see your pussy lips kissing my cock. I like to see your legs shake. I want to fuck you until you’re tottering on those heels.” He kissed her nape. The scorching contact of his skin against her body made her gasp.
“I love to make you tremble,” he murmured. “I love to make you weak, to make you wet.” His voice was hypnotic, almost chanting. “I love to make you moan and whimper.” He fitted the blunt head of his penis against her, easing it with licking, back-and-forth strokes between her labia. “Make some noise when I shove my cock into you.”
He followed words with action, driving himself deep, and jolting a gasping cry out of her. He waited, motionless, until she could feel his heartbeat throbbing deep inside her against her womb, until she started moving, twitching her bottom against his groin to get him going.
He let out a soft sigh. She realized that he’d been holding his breath, afraid that he’d hurt her. Not that he would ever admit it while he was playing his macho caveman games. She wanted to smack that arrogant look off his gorgeous face, but she needed that injection of heat and energy he was giving to her even more. His deep, thrusting strokes, made her feel so female, so alive. Their eyes were locked in the mirror. He slid his hand between her legs and stroked her clit as he pumped, pulsed, stoking that yearning glow with slow, sure skill.
On and on, until still more unbearable pleasure wrenched through her.
When she looked up, he’d withdrawn from her shaking body, and was waiting, massaging his rigid member with a rough fist. He scooped his arm around her belly and spun her to face him, leaning his damp forehead against hers. His thick erection prodded her thigh, insistently.
