Page 54 of Final Temptation
“What’s there to be afraid of?” He toyed with the straps that held my dress up, letting his fingers fall to the open back of it. It wouldn’t take much to slip the tiny gold dress off me.
What’s there to be afraid of?
Everything where he was concerned.
“I’m afraid if I fuck you tonight, there’s no turning back for me.” I had nothing to lose by being honest. I could feel his chest moving, his breath speeding up.
“The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Soph.” The raspiness in his voice and the rough feeling of his hands gliding across my arms would be my undoing.
There I was, standing in the fanciest hotel room I’d ever stepped foot in, his intoxicating sandalwood scent wafting around me, and the overpowering need shooting through my veins to have him. Right here, with the windows wide open, for the wild city of Las Vegas to see.
I had to fall and allow Myles to catch me.
“Then take me,” I demanded.
Before I could evenprocess what Sophie was saying, she turned around, looking me in the eyes for the first time since dinner.
“Then take me,” she said, slipping the thin straps of her backless dress off her shoulders. The sequin gold fabric slid off her body, straight to the floor, pooling around her high heels. The sight of her bare chest brought every filthy thought to the front of my mind.
My gaze flicked to the window, and back at her practically naked body, with only a small strip of white lace between her legs. She stood on thin, white, strappy heels, making her legs look longer than they actually were.
Those will be staying on.
My chest pounded. If I took her in all the ways I wanted to, it meant there was a promise between us that I couldn’t break. A promise that I wouldn’t hurt her.
I didn’twantto hurt her.
She was the first girl I could ever say that about.
I cared enough about her that it actually crossed my mind. It wasn’t about my satisfaction; it was more than that.
“There’s one thing I need to do before anything else.” I inched closer to her.
“What’s that?” she said in abreathy whisper.
“I’ve been dying to get a taste of you, Princess.” Undoing one button at a time on my dress shirt, I opened it all the way, exposing my stomach to her. Her delicate fingers reached out, brushing against my chest, only to creep lower where I desired her touch the most.
“You said if I was a good boy, I’d get to taste this sweet pussy, and I’m pretty sure I’ve been a damn good boy.” Chills ran up my spine as I gave into her, feeling the heat of her hands splayed across my skin.
“Why don’t you show me just how good of a boy you can be. How do you want me? Standing? On the bed? Lowering my pussy onto your face? Tell me just how you envision me, Rebel.” She had a wicked smile on her face, and internally, I answeredall the above.
“I want you right up against the glass, so everyone below us can see what’s mine.” Placing my hand gently around her throat, I walked her backward until her ass pressed against the cold window and my chest was pressed flat with hers.
I loved that she was willing to do anything with me. She gave off a shy girl persona in the pool earlier, but easily let it fly out the window the second my hands were on her. Telling her I wanted to eat her out against the open window, where anyone could see, my dirty girl didn’t even hesitate.
“Yours, huh?” She bit her lip, questioning me.
“Yeah, Soph.Mine,” I growled. “I can’t imagine the thought of someone else touching you. Not after I’ve felt you and marked you.” I looked down at the red mark on the top of her tit, itching to make it more noticeable than it already was. “Not after I get a taste of your pussy that I already know was made for me,” I finished.
Her plump lips parted. “Do whatever you want to makeme yours tonight, Myles.” My cock instantly strained behind my jeans.
She grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling my lips to hers. The sweet taste of her mouth and the dirty request, giving me permission to do whatever I wanted to her, already had me grunting against her.
My hands rested against the glass window, boxing her in. I allowed her a few moments to explore my body before restraining her. Her hands moved from my hair, down my pecs, and over every dip and line in my stomach. She slid her fingers up my chest, tugging at the collar of my shirt. With both of us desperate to take my clothes off, I pulled at the fabric, each sleeve sliding off my body one at a time, all while keeping my lips attached to hers.
I gripped her hips with both hands, pushing her back toward the window, as I grinded my cock against the lace of her panties.
“Oh my God, Myles. I can’t take it anymore.” She pushed our lips apart. “I need your mouth on me.” She dragged her fingers up my shoulders before pushing down on them.
