Page 82 of King of Clubs

Lifting on to her toes, her fingers wrapped into my hair as she pulled me down into her, deepening the kiss. I moved my hands to frame her face and groaned. I wanted to take her right here in the lift, but the doors opening on my floor prevented me from getting too carried away. Even still, she walked backwards, our bodies still entwined as we made it to my door. Finally breaking apart, if only so I could get us inside, I kicked the door closed.

We stood facing each other in the entryway, our chests rising and falling hard, both of us silently daring each other to make the first move. I took her in from the smooth skin of her legs to the way her dress showed off all the best parts. When she raised her hand and let the panties she’d clearly taken off earlier, fall to the ground, I was a goner.

Groaning, I lunged at her, gripped the bottom of her dress and tore it up her body, discarding it on the floor.

I needed to take her. Now.

Our tongues danced in a savage concoction of lust as she ripped my shirt up towards my head before she was clawing at my skin.

I stepped back, admiring the perfection that she was, wearing nothing but the black strappy heels encasing her feet. I kicked off my shoes and then undid my pants and pushed them and my boxers down my legs, freeing my now painful cock from its cage. Her eyes ravaged my body as I gripped myself in my hands and started to slowly pump, her eyelids fixed on me as she attempted to undo her heels.

“Leave them,” I said, both wanting them on and worried she might topple over. “I’m going to fuck you while those pretty heels are wrapped around my waist, baby.” Her cheeks flamed as she stalked towards me, side-stepping me at the last second.

“Nah, I don’t think I feel like doing that. I’m sleepy from all the dancing,” her voice was teasing as she spoke and once she passed me, she ran, her laugh bouncing around the otherwise quiet apartment as her heels clicked against the floor.

My girl wanted to play. The thought sending a wave of lust through me.

Turning, I chased her through the kitchen and grabbed her very naked body around the waist just as she was about to move into the bedroom.

“Gotcha,” I whispered huskily into her ear, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

“You want to play, babe?” She was panting as I turned her over, glistening with need for me already.

Shit, I wasn’t going to last long when her pussy looked like that and her hooded eyes dared me to continue to play with her. To edge her slowly. She bit her lower lip and I kneeled down on the floor, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I kissed up her thigh, scraping my tongue across her entrance as I breathed in her scent.

“You are lethal.”

“Are you going to talk all night or are you going to put that mouth to good use?” Her words made me want to laugh but I wasn’t going to show her that, instead, I would make her regret that smart mouth.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come tonight, sassy girl,” I threatened, separating her with my tongue, stopping to pay extra attention to her swollen bud. Whatever she was about to say was lost in the pleasure filled moan she made and my cock twitched.

I was ravenous. I pressed myself against the bed before devouring her like a man starved. She met my need, ripping at my hair, making me lick, suck and feast even harder. My dick throbbed, desperate to be inside of her. Knowing I could continue to taste her and feel her, I pressed a finger inside her wet cunt, eliciting a guttural moan.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered, her hips rising up to meet my face. When I put a second finger in and sucked her clit into my mouth she screamed and I knew she was close.

Leaving my finger inside, I pulled my mouth away. “Should I let you come on my face?”

Her hips undulated, desperate for more than my slow stroking fingers were providing.

“Please, Seb,” she pleaded and the sight of her begging was enough, let alone the desperation in her plea. Burying my face between her thighs, I did what I’d dreamed of doing every night since I last saw her. Before long, her grip on my hair tightened and she screamed my name, coating my tongue in her juices. I wasn’t even remotely deterred, continuing to lap at her, refusing to relent until she begged me to stop.

When I looked up, her eyes were hooded, her cheeks glowing pink with a post orgasmic buzz. So much for my plans to edge her to release. I could never not give her what she needed.

“I’ve missed you, Marlee girl,” I said as I stood and climbed up onto the bed. She pushed herself back, giving me space to crawl towards her. First, I undid her heels and threw them onto the floor, briefly massaging her feet as I kissed up each calf. My hands glided along the smooth skin of her legs as I traced her skin with my fingers.

“I think I need to show you just what happens when you run away from me.” Her eyes widened as I towered over her, breathing into her neck.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she mocked, but her eyes gave away her arousal. She wanted to see what happened when she pushed.

“Oh, my poor little girl, so naive.”

“Whatever," she retorted, doing her best to toy with me as clear provocation laced her words. The noise that left my throat could only be described as a snarl, as I stood abruptly, narrowly avoiding her hands as she reached for me.

I tsked, walking around the bed frame, pulling the restraints I’d recently bought and assembled.

She watched me with curious eyes, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. The metallic sound of each strap hitting the bed was the only sound in the room as I stalked from corner to corner. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have someone so fucking beautiful in my bed let alone someone so eager to challenge me.

“I’m going to restrain you,” her eyes widened slightly but she didn’t reply. Her smart mouth no longer firing retorts and the thought gave me a little thrill. Leaning down on the bed, I flipped her over and slapped her gorgeous arse. Hard.

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