Dare Collection October 2019. Margot Radcliffe

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      Sebastian

      I WAS HARD again almost instantly, as if I hadn’t emptied myself down my little dancer’s lovely throat.

      She was glorious.

      I’d controlled the way I fucked her, watching in a kind of greedy disbelief as she rode her own hands and then came. Again and again, red and shuddering as her hips rocked.

      It was the hottest blow job I’d ever had.

      There was a part of me that was tempted to repeat the experience, again and again, until I couldn’t take it anymore.

      But I changed my mind as she rose.

      Because that body of hers was like one long, perfect muscle. And I already knew that she was flexible. Lithe and lovely onstage, and even more so naked.

      She made my mouth water.

      And she did as I asked, reaching down and picking up those feathered wings of hers from the gleaming marble in the foyer, then dragging them behind her as she came toward me. I wondered if she knew the picture she made, my distinctly fallen, sulky angel swaying toward me on her bare feet, her breasts jutting high on her chest with her nipples hard. That mouth of hers swollen from my cock.

      And her eyes all over me, filled with a kind of bright, hot wonder that I wanted badly to be real.

      I tried to shove that urge aside. It was naive at best, and I was not a naive man. This was a transaction, not a romance, and I needed to remember that. I’d never needed to remind myself such a thing before, but this woman was like a drug. The kind of drug I never permitted myself to sample, too certain was I that it would wreck my control.

      And I was nothing without my control.

      Or so I assumed, having never released my grip on it after the singular, epic failure that had destroyed my relationship with Ash.

      I certainly wasn’t going to lose it tonight because of a woman, no matter how she danced or what she did with her talented mouth.

      She stopped before me, there in the middle of the suite’s great room. There were wide, inviting sofas all around, and handy side tables, but no inconvenient coffee table perched on the soft rug in the center. Nothing to work around.

      I didn’t speak. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say, and that, too, was a first.

      Instead, I helped her tie those wings onto her shoulders again. Then I crouched down to hook my fingers in that sparkling bikini bottom she wore, tugging it down from her hips.

      She lifted an absurdly graceful hand and rested it on my shoulder with the lightest possible touch as she swayed to help me, lifting one leg, then the other. I had the distinct impression that she didn’t actually need my help to balance herself. That she was touching me because she wanted to touch me.

      Maybe I was a fool. But I couldn’t seem to care when my own personal angel was so close to me, smelling of sex. And me.

      I’d had some vague intention of doing this or that to her delectable body once I’d finally got her naked, but now that she was I found myself transfixed by her pretty, swollen pussy.

      “Hold on,” I told her.

      That was all the warning I gave her.

      I drew one of her legs up and over my shoulder, and she made a soft sound that might have been a sigh. Then she shifted, and I felt her balance again in an instant—confirming what I’d thought before, that she didn’t need any help finding it. That if she held on to me, it was because she wanted to.

      I didn’t let myself bask in the pleasure of that, because there was far more pleasure right there before me. And I thought that if I didn’t get my mouth on her, I might die.

      I wrapped my hands around her ass, bringing that sweet, soft pussy to my lips at last. She didn’t simply meet me. She bent back. All the way back, arching herself like a bow.

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