Page 20 of Ravage

Indecision wars within me. On the one hand, I really want to fuck her.

But I'm uncertain about doing that when there's a high chance this will be the only time I get to touch her. She's so fucking beautiful that I know once I get a taste, I'm going to crave more.

"If I switch to the gold mask, will you let me kiss you?" I ask, hedging my bets.

She looks a little disappointed, but nods. I pull the other three masks out of my pocket, trading the red for the gold and pocketing the remainder before stepping closer.

She lifts her chin, and I grip her hip while sliding my other hand into her hair, tugging her head back to slant my mouth over hers in a slow, firm kiss. Her arms circle my neck as she sighs into the kiss, and I brush my tongue against hers.

She tastes like whiskey and mint, while her floral perfume floats around us. It's almost an overload for my senses as I get lost in kissing her, savouring this moment.

Who would have thought I'd be presented with the option of fucking or just kissing the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on, and I'd choose the latter? Yet here I am, exchanging a mostly innocent kiss with her, while standing in the middle of a bedroom in a brothel while an orgy rages outside.

She pushes herself closer, pressing her breasts into my chest as I tighten my grip on her hip. She runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck as she deepens the kiss, a little moan slipping out. It's fucking beautiful and my cock starts to harden once more.

Am I seriously going to just kiss her? I'm a fucking idiot.

Pulling away, I fumble in my pocket, pulling out the black and red masks first before finding the green. She smiles as I wrench the gold one off and toss it aside before yanking the green one down to take its place.

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THAT'S MINE

CAM

I pullher back towards me, sliding my hands down to her arse and squeezing as I lower my mouth to hers once again. She comes easily, arching her back as she presses her breasts against my chest and sucks my tongue into her mouth.

Fuck she's a good kisser.

She tugs my tie, trying to undo it while her lips are still locked with mine, and I chuckle before helping her with the knot. She pulls it off and then gets to work on the buttons of my shirt, her hands moving quickly.

"Too many clothes," she murmurs, sounding frustrated.

"Sorry we can't all walk around in leather dresses with zips and no panties, sweetheart."

She steps back to grin at me, yanking the zip down on her dress and releasing those perfect breasts once again. "That's a shame, because you would definitely already be naked by now if that was the case."

I shrug my shirt off and make short work of my shoes and pants, unable to look away from her perfect body which is now onfull display. Her dress is on the floor, and other than those sky-high black stilettos, she's completely naked.

If I was on the fence about fucking her before, I'm well and truly onboard now, my cock at full attention in front of me. Her eyes slowly run over my tattoo, from my wrist all the way to my pec. Her breath seems shallow as she reaches between her legs to rub her clit and letting out a soft little moan. I close the distance between us, pulling her hand away and glaring down at her.

"That's mine," I tell her, pushing her back against the door and dropping to my knees in front of her.

Grabbing her thigh, I throw her leg over my shoulder and suck her clit into my mouth. She gasps, then moans again, and I look up to see her head fall back against the door, her eyes fluttering closed.

"God, you have a very skilful tongue, Mr Collins."

I move my head back a fraction. "If you insist on being formal, I'd prefer sir, if you don't fucking mind." I bury my face back between her legs and she cries out, gripping my hair painfully with one hand.

"Fuck, sir, please," she whimpers, and I slide two fingers into her pussy. "Oh, God."

She begins to ride my face, and I tighten my grip on her hips, holding her still as I pull away again.

"I'll decide when you come, Imogen. Not the other way around."

She holds my gaze as she whines, but stops moving. I return to my previous position, but only suck lightly, deciding I'm going to edge her. I want to see her completely lose control.

She pants, and I can feel the tension running through her as she fights to keep herself completely still. I can tell she's used to taking direction, and that makes me far more excited than I would have thought. I may not be an arsehole, but I have always been fairly dominant in the bedroom, and knowing she can take it fills me with raw, unbridled need.

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