Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“They want you,” Alejandro murmured against her neck. “And I want to show them what they’re missing.”
Before she could even process what he meant, Alejandro spun her around to face the audience. Oh, God, they stood a mere three feet away. So close she swore she could feel their hot breaths on her skin. She recognized Dimples there. His smile was gone, replaced by seething want and an erection a blind woman couldn’t miss.
He and the rest of the crowd were focused on her bare breasts, loose and heavy as Ali forced her hips to maintain the rhythm of the music.
Collective groans resounded, sending a rush of desire inside her. Could she actually come simply from being watched?
Since she frequently had trouble orgasming during masturbation, simply letting loose here, now, was a heady, wonderful thought.
Then Alejandro slid his palms down her arms, still behind her, rocking to the beat of the music. Then he grasped her wrists and lifted her hands above her head until they encircled his neck.
Another chorus of groans erupted from the audience. A quick glance down proved the new pose raised her breasts, made her nipples stand straight out like an invitation.
“Don’t move,” Alejandro commanded. “Just feel…and let go.”
She gave him a shaky nod, wondering, eager—aching—for whatever he planned next.
Shanna didn’t have to wait long. A moment later, his fingertips trailed down the side of her breast, across the flat of her abdomen, and disappeared right into her tiny wet thong.
He gave her no time to absorb the fact he was fondling her in public—and that she loved it—before his fingers zeroed in on her clit. A brush, a rub. An electric spark. Tingles danced through her sex, in her belly, down her thighs. The tension ratcheted up until she could barely breathe.
“You going to come for them?” Ali whispered in her ear.
She nodded erratically.
“You going to come for me?”
“Yes!” She bit her lip to keep from screaming as the ache deepened into something nearly unbearable.
With the music throbbing in her ears, Alejandro’s fingers shoving her past the breaking point, with nearly a dozen sets of hot male eyes and thoughts enveloped in only her, Shanna came apart.
Her hoarse cry erupted above the music. Her eyes closed, and pleasure washed over her, sharp, golden, unbelievable.
Nothing had ever been like that. Nothing had ever prepared her for the addicting rush of pure sensation lighting up her body. Oh. My. God.
Alejandro took her down slowly before extracting his hand from her panties. When he did, she looked down to find his fingers saturated with her cream.
He gave a satisfied chuckle in her ear. “This is how I want you, soaked for me.”
She gasped as he anointed her nipples with her juice, then whirled her to face him. With long, languid swipes of his tongue, he licked her taste away with a moan that reverberated deep inside her, stirring the ache back to life.
Shanna was shocked when he stepped away and took her hand in his. Suddenly, she was aware of being almost totally bare, while everyone around her was half clothed or more. She felt naked. Vulnerable. Yet oddly strong. She glanced between Alejandro and the tense, shuffling audience.
“That’s it?”
He leaned in, looking to the world like a lover planting soft kisses just below her ear. “If you want it to be. We certainly gave the blackmailer something to film.”
Yes, but was it enough? And was that really the reason she was contemplating the words about to come out of her mouth?
“I want more.”
Alejandro glanced down into her face, his stare delving deep into hers. “Are you sure?”
All she knew was that she wasn’t ready for tonight to end. She nodded.
Gently, he grabbed her wrist and placed her hand over his erection. Damn, he was hard. And very large. Oh, wow…
“I’m dying to feel you around me,” he whispered. “Your mouth, your pussy… Tell me what you want. How much of you will you give me?”
The real question was, could she actually hold anything back?
Shanna felt her way up his cock, to the catch of his slacks. She flipped it open, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Another groan from the audience spurred her on. With slow torture in mind, she eased down his zipper, taking her sweet time.
“If you have a ‘no’ on the tip of your tongue, say it now.”
Shanna leaned closer to his primal male heat, her mouth hovering above the hard nub of his brown nipple. She flicked a sultry gaze up to his face, latching onto his burning stare. “Never heard the word.”
When had she ever been brazen? Or assertive or hungry or dying to feel a man’s animal heat burning her up? Never. For years, she’d poured her passion into dance. When she performed, she could express all her pent-up feelings through the movements of her body and the interaction with her partner. In real life…she’d never put a tenth of her passion into sex. Tonight—now—she wanted to change all that.