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“You’re sexy as hell,” he whispered in her ear before sucking her lobe.
“Am I?” she asked, as the top of the dress fell and revealed her breasts to him from the glare of the Vegas lights streaming through the open curtains.
Immediately he ducked his head and captured a nipple in his mouth.
Her moan was satisfaction, hunger, pleasure, and need all in one.
“Yes,” she sighed, stroking his head as she tilted her own back.
For the first time in a long time, she felt normal. Every piece of her body felt alive. Their chemistry was not explosive, but he was skilled and she was horny.
As he switched his attention to her other breast, he dipped one hand down between her buttocks to stroke her core with his middle finger.
A fuck you before he fucks me?
She gasped at the feel of that finger slipping inside her.
I am so clever.
He soundly smacked her buttock, causing it to jiggle, before he released it to press his hands down between them to slide another finger inside her while massaging her throbbing clit with his thumb.
She bit her bottom lip and winced in pleasure as she slowly circled her hips and tightly gripped the shoulders of his blazer.
“Kiss me,” he whispered up to her.
Shifting her hands up to his face, she tilted his chin up before lowering her head to suck his mouth before she traced it lightly with the tip of her tongue.
“I’m so hard,” he said into that space between their lips.
“Good,” she replied, kissing him again. Slowly. Deeply.
It was nice. Really nice. Her body was warmed with desire for him. But she wanted more.
More of a rush. More excitement. More action.
“Suck your fingers,” she ordered, rising from his lap to stand between his open legs.
He did, easing them into his mouth as he cut his eyes up to her.
“Want more?” she asked.
He nodded eagerly as he sucked away.
Slowly she turned, giving him a flirty look over her shoulder as she wiggled her buttocks before bending to grip her ankles. She knew that the move framed her buttocks like a heart shape and exposed her core like a moist pit in the center of a peach.
He grabbed her hips as he buried his face between her cheeks, turning his head slightly to kiss each one before dragging his tongue right up the middle.
She twerked a little.
He chuckled.
Suddenly the room was flooded with light, and a high-pitched squeal filled the air like a siren.
Desdemona closed her eyes and released a sigh as the feel of Brent’s mouth disappeared, and he jumped to his feet with a lot of “baby, baby, baby” that would put James Brown to shame.
“You with a Vegas prostitute!” the woman said moments before loud slaps echoed in the air.
Not a prostitute but you’re close, lady.
