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Oh.
Though I might be ten years younger than Connor, I’m hardly underage or inexperienced. But I don’t bother arguing the point. I just want his mouth on me.
With a shake of my head, I say, “I’m not. Sir.”
Touch me, dammit.
“I’m going to do a lot of things to your body tonight, so remember your word.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply. My body is burning, and the cool of the glass behind me is a strange, stark contrast sending all kinds of confusing messages to my brain. I’m shuddering with need, and he’s enjoying every second.
Then again, so am I.
Connor’s tongue reaches out as he spreads my flesh with his fingers, and his eyes meet mine once more. “Then surrender to me, Mia. While NYC watches you.”
Oh God.
Why does that turn me on so much?
His mouth surrounds my entire pussy. Connor licks and sucks with the skill of an experienced and passionate lover. He holds me pressed against the glass and consumes me.
“This sweet cunt is mine. All night long,” Connor says, lapping at me furiously.
Lord, I nearly come instantly. Instead, he seems to know when to stop. Knows when to lick, suck, and rub to make sure I don’t.
I hate it.
I love it.
I need it.
Strong hands keep me wide open, his fingers pressing into my flesh with such domination I feel owned. Those chocolate eyes drifting up my body, moment to moment, sending fire through my veins.
He reaches, takes one of my breasts, and pinches the nipple as I cry out. I feel like I’m in the hands of a maestro. Being played with such expertise, my pleasure is guaranteed.
And Lord, it is.
Circling my clit, nipping it with his teeth, Connor then inserts two fingers, and I close my eyes, savoring the small taste of what it will be like when he replaces them with his cock.
“Good girl,” he slowly drawls in that rich baritone voice. “Clench more. I want to feel how tight you’ll be when I’m inside you.”
No disrespect to those who came—pun intended—before, but Connor feels like the first real man I’ve been with.
He’s so masculine.
So powerful.
So much more.
He speeds up the stimulation on my clit with his thumb, his eyes on mine. “Fuck my fingers, Mia. Fuck them.”
Oh hell.
Desire floods my body. His voice. His touch. The feel of him playing my pussy like an instrument.
“You may come now,” he adds, and holy shit, my orgasm strikes and I cry out, arching into him, my arms pulling against the silk ties at my wrists.
“Fuckkkkk.”
