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He cradles my face and touches my lips with his. “Let’s go back to the hotel. It will be less crowded.”
“Okay.”
He helps me back into my dress. I smooth it down, doing my best to look decent again.
He zips up his pants before opening the door.
We make our escape.
I expect him to pounce on me once we get inside the car, but instead he wraps his arm around my shoulders, holding me close.
My stomach is tied up in a knot because Bryce is unusually quiet during the ride. I’m not sure if his appetite for me has subsided after we almost got caught or if he’s planning something devious.
My answer comes as soon as the door to his hotel room closes behind us.
Without saying a word, Bryce lifts me up and carries me to a large wood desk. The coldness of the glass surface beneath my hands is a stark contrast to the way I feel inside.
He rips off his jacket and shirt at the same time and tosses them over his shoulder. He removes his pants along with his boxer briefs with the same impatience.
There he stands upon me naked, sporting an impressive erection. For a few heartbeats, he eats me up with his eyes as I admire his big cock.
Fingers crossed. In a few minutes I’ll have it inside my mouth.
Holding my gaze, he kneels down in front of me and props my legs on top of his shoulders without removing my heels.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you,” he says before nestling his head between my legs in search of my pussy.
I moan.
When his tongue flickers my clit, intense pleasure bursts through my body like fireworks. The feeling is so intoxicating, I tilt my head back to fully take in the sensation of Bryce’s tongue inside me.
His fingers curl, stroking my G-spot as his tongue caresses my clit with increased urgency. I can’t see his face, but I can hear him moan and grunt with each lick.
My hips sway back and forth to match his rhythm as he brings me to the brink of climax.
All movement stops.
“Please, Bryce,” I beg.
“Stand up.”
I search his eyes.
“Stand up,” he repeats.
I’m a bit confused, but I do as I’m told.
“Strip.”
“I need help with the zipper.”
He motions a finger for me to turn around.
Once he unzips the dress, I let it slide to my feet, step out of it, pick it up, and place it on a chair.
“Don’t move.”
