Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 760(@200wpm)___ 608(@250wpm)___ 507(@300wpm)
Her eyebrows rise. “What kind of fantasy?”
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you dancing for me. Or rewatching that video clip you sent me.” I run my hands down her arms. “Especially the part when you’re in the corner on the barre.”
Her cheeks flush and her pupils dilate. “It’s my favorite part of that routine,” she whispers.
“Mine, too. We have some time before Charles and Arya get here.” It’s eight fifteen. We have at least a half hour. It ticks all her boxes, the potential for getting caught, bringing my fantasy to life. She’ll be relaxed going into her day. “Will you let me take care of you?”
She sucks in a shuddering breath and nods.
I cover her mouth with mine, stroking inside as I lift her up and carry her across the room. Tucking her in the corner away from the windows, I set her on the barre.
She makes an annoyed noise when I break the kiss, then gasps when I cup between her thighs. “Should I take your leggings off, or do you want me to get you off like this?” I tease.
She narrows her eyes. “No going backward, Phillip.”
“Just checking.” I wink and hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings. She grips the barre and lifts her ass. The soft fabric slides down her thighs, along with her panties, and I hang them over the barre. Tally lowers herself to the bar and presses her knees together.
I run my hands along the outside of her thighs. “Be a good girl and open for me.”
Her eyes light up, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she pulls her knees to her chest and twists until her left foot rests on top of the barre. Toe pointed, she extends her leg.
Hot eyes locked on mine, she repeats the movement with her right leg until they’re parallel. Her arms strain, muscles tight and corded. She scissors her right leg into the air, sweeping past her face and mine, and brings it to rest on the opposite barre, baring herself to me.
I curve my hands around her ankles and smooth my palms up the inside of her calves, stopping just above her knees. “I’m the only person you’ll ever dance naked for.”
“Only you,” she agrees.
My erection kicks as I ease my hands higher to frame the apex of her thighs. “Everything about you is pretty.” I drag my thumb through her slit. “Soft and wet and all for me.” I circle her entrance, and we both groan as I ease a single finger inside.
“Oh, God.” Her toes curl and her eyes lift, first to mine, and then over my shoulder.
I follow her gaze. “Now that’s a stunning view.” I shift to the left, my hip pressed against the inside of her thigh. “Anyone could walk by and hear your sweet moans.”
I add a second finger, pushing in deep. She groans and swivels her hips, eyes fixed on our reflections. “Does it make you hot, kitten? The idea of someone seeing you like this, spread wide for me, dripping into my palm.” I kiss her cheek and find the spot that makes her moan my name. “So gorgeous when you’re full of my fingers.” I kiss her neck. “Do you want more?”
“Oh God, yes.” She props her forearm on my shoulder as she adjusts her left leg, bending her knee and turning her foot so it rests on the barre.
“Tell me what you want, ask me for it.” I bite the edge of her jaw. “And don’t forget to be explicit.”
“I want another finger,” she whimpers and rolls her hips. “I want to watch you stretch me so I’m ready for your cock.”
“That’s my girl.” I pull out, circle her clit twice, then add a third finger.
“Oh fuck.” Her nails dig into my scalp, eyes locked on the mirrors as her legs start to shake.
I nibble the edge of her jaw. “I think it’s time I had a taste.”
She groans my name.
I drop to my knees, ease my fingers out, press my forearms against the inside of her thighs, and lick up the length of her on a feral growl. “I could eat you alive.”
She pulses against my tongue, her high-pitched mewl filling the room. “Oh my God, oh God.”
“Don’t I take good care of you, kitten?” I latch onto her clit, sucking softly.
“So good, so fucking good.” One leg stays on the barre, and the other foot comes to rest on my shoulder. Tally runs her fingers through my hair, gripping tightly as her hips jerk and roll.
“So damn sweet.” I lick up the length of her. “I could feast on you all fucking day and it would never be enough.” I fuck her with my tongue. Devour her, lick up every drop of her cum, and suck on her pretty clit until she shudders her way through a second climax.