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Francois opened me even wider, yanking me to the edge of the table, dragging his tongue up and down my pussy. I envisioned a mirrored ceiling, being able to watch every move he made. The way he continued thrusting in rough strokes was incredible, pushing me closer to the moment of pure ecstasy.
I did what I could to hold back as he began using a combination of his fingers and tongue, pumping into me with practiced abandon, holding me in place. There was no way of getting out of his strong hold even if I wanted to.
He rolled one hand under my dress, pressing me down to the table, crawling his fingers to one of my nipples. When he flicked his finger back and forth, I lost it.
“Oh. My. God.” I threw my arms out, laughing and gasping, the roar of ecstasy unlike anything I’d ever felt. I allowed myself to be sent into utter rapture as he licked me ferociously, licking every drop of my cream.
And he refused to stop, sucking on my clit until the tiny nub was swollen and sensitive, my body bucking involuntarily, and I threw my arms down, fisting his hair.
He laughed softly, shaking his head back and forth, breaking my hold before driving all four of his fingers deep into my tight channel. His actions might be considered brutal, but they drove me straight into another orgasm, the electric sensations so powerful I was left breathless.
My thudding heart echoed in my ears as the sensations only continued to grow with every passing second. I heard myselfscream although it seemed surreal, the moment absurd yet dazzling, crazy and sinful.
But oh, so delicious.
He finally eased my legs to the table, allowing them to dangle off the edge.
I took several deep breaths, fighting the craziness of what had just occurred. When he intertwined our fingers together, pulling me onto my feet, I realized just how lightheaded I’d become.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, tugging me as close against him as possible, his cock throbbing more than before. “I want more.”
“How much more?” I managed.
“Everything.”
CHAPTER 7
Francois
Beautiful doll.
That described the stunning beauty with the sparkling makeup perfectly, the vivid colors of violet and fuchsia adorning her eyes like an entirely different kind of mask only adding to her allure. By all rights, the colors should clash with her fabulous red hair, but if I had to guess, I’d say anything would work on the voluptuous creature.
While I’d had my share of one-night stands, carnal moments spent in tight spaces, never to see the girl again, that had been in my misspent youth. I wasn’t into relationships whatsoever, but I preferred learning enough about the woman to gain a sense of her being and intelligence before fucking her.
Perhaps the electricity crackling between us even from a distance earlier had tossed aside my usual reserve. Whatever the case, a single taste of her wasn’t enough. She held an aura of both innocence and sophistication, able to carry a room with her presence alone. While obviously young, she seemed to be anold soul, something I’d been attracted to for as long as I could remember.
Not knowing the mysterious girl’s name made what we were doing that much more exciting. Fortunately, I sensed she had no understanding of the man who’d momentarily captured her, which meant she wasn’t out for my fortune or worse. I couldn’t put it past the person responsible for the assassin to send someone more accommodating, but I doubted the news was on the street as of yet.
Either way, I couldn’t give a shit.
I had no intentions of letting her go until I was finished fucking her.
She laughed softly, her sweet breath washing across my face. When she snagged a handful of my long hair, I lifted a single eyebrow, swinging her around and pushing her hard against the wall. The picture rattled, her eyes opening wide.
Without hesitation, I yanked off her dress, pitching it aside. She ripped at my tie, trying to undo the knot. The way she tore at my clothes was truly exciting, but I wasn’t finished with my evening yet. I dragged one of her arms over her head then the other, giving her a stern look before allowing my gaze to fall. “Stunning. Picturesque. I would love to have you painted.”
“My portrait?” she mused.
“No, sugar. I want paint slashed across your entire body, watching as you writhed on large canvas, creating the perfect picture.”
She shuddered as she’d done before, pursing her lips then raking her hand down to my belt. When she fumbled to unfasten it, I pulled her hands away again.
“You’re not very obedient. Keep your arms over your head.”
My mysterious vixen did as she was told, taking her time to lift one arm then the other. The pouty look she gave me was far too tempting, yanking at the very bad man inside of me. At least I hadn’t lied to her. I wasn’t romance material, nor was I the type such a vulnerable flower would ever bring home to Mama, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t remember the time we spent together.
I took a step backward, allowing myself to admire her stunning physique. Her breasts were a perfect fit for my hands, her hips rounded, perfect for grabbing as I fucked her from behind. I hadn’t felt this obsessive in one hell of a long time. I’d already labeled her as mine, if only for a short period of time. But hell, it was worth her shock or anger when I set her free.
