Page 23 of Wicked Praise


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What a feast.










CHAPTER SEVEN

Bella tugged at therestraints on her wrists as Blake lowered her onto his cock. This was absolutely the wildest night of her life.

Underneath her was the hottest man she’d ever seen. Dressed and undressed. Undressed, however, Blake was definitely hotter than when he was wearing the ten-thousand-dollar suit.

Even if she ignored his beautifully cut clothing, his perfectly square jaw, or smoky gray eyes, Bella would still be entranced by this man.

It was as if he were a conductor, directing the instruments and players to create magic. Like a game, and yet she had no control.

Instead of feeling powerless, Bella felt desired.

Wanted. Appreciated. Beautiful.

Sexy.

How was this even real?

Sex with Cain had been fine. Nice. Not bad, not at all. She’d enjoyed it.

This, tonight with Blake, was out of this world.

Her entire body was on fire, alive in a way it had never felt before. Bella thought she might walk on coals to please him, to continue to hear his sweet praise.

It wasn’t just that she liked to be complimented. Most people did, to some degree or another.

This was different. Blake’s praise sent such intense rockets of desire throughout her body she thought she might climax on the spot.

“I’ve got you,” Blake said as she settled on him, his thick cock inside her. “Now ride me and let me see these little breasts bouncing.”

His mouth.

It was crude, hot, and did things to her.

She nearly replied with ayes, Sir.

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