Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
His hands were firm, strong, and they almost spanned my waist as he slowly ran them up my sides, barely grazing my breasts. Instead of stopping there and copping a feel, he traced his hands up the suddenly sensitive skin of my arms, raising them above my head as I followed his lead, then clasping them behind his neck, where I instantly tangled my fingers into the thick silk of his hair.
His responding growl had me arching into him and I swayed my butt against his solid shaft, gratified by another rumble vibrating through his chest behind me as we danced in perfect harmony.
The strong beat of the music guided our hips while we slid against each other as if we were fucking with our clothes on. He controlled my every shift with a familiar ease, like we’d been dancing together for years. The more he touched me, the more I fell into his overwhelmingly sensual presence while he guided me with his fingertips.
My pussy ached and when he ran his hands down the sides of my ribs again, I shuddered with burning desire. On the way back up, he brushed each hard tip of my breasts just the slightest bit, the feeling racing straight to my clit like erotic lightning. His touch was just enough to tease me, to make me ravenous for more. I tried to arch into his hand, but he wouldn’t let me, and I wanted to cry with frustration that he didn’t give me more.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he murmured into my ear. “I knew you would be. Perfect.”
He turned me in his arms and I sank my hands into his lush mane of hair again as one song transitioned to another, the strobbing lights following the music as I stared at this mystery man.
“What’s your name?”
The side of his mouth quirked. “You can call me Leo.”
“Leo? Is that short for Leonardo?”
“No, my mom had an Uncle Leo that she loved, so I got his name.”
“It suits you, I like it.”
He brushed my hair back from my ear then leaned forward and said, “I’m glad. I can’t wait to hear you scream it while I fuck you. Bet your puffy pussy gets really wet, doesn’t it? Are your panties soaked right now? Are you as hungry for my dick as I am your swollen little cunt?”
I stumbled as the carnality of his words hit me right between the legs, but he was strong enough to support my entire body, using it as he wished while he rocked my hips forward and made my erect clit press against his leg.
Like someone had flipped a switch inside of me, I shuddered, my nerves overwhelmed by how good the contact felt on my sex, how much it relieved the growing pressure.
“Oh my god, Leo. It’s too much.”
“Take it,” he growled. “Don’t fight me; take the pleasure because I want you to have it.”
Grasping my ass, hard, he continued to rock me as I held on to him for dear life, my nails sinking into his back, making him groan.
My head fell back and I stared up at him with dazed eyes only to find him watching me intently. “Do you like that, sweet girl?”
It took a great deal of effort for my tingling lips to form the word. “Yes.”
He ground my hips in a circle on his thigh and I shuddered in his arms. “I can feel you, feel how hot and wet your pussy is. I need to taste it. Will you give me that, sweet Hannah? Will you let me lick between your legs, suck on your clit, and fill you with my fingers?”
“Absolutely.”
In response, he leaned forward and brushed his curved lips ever so lightly against mine, the action incredibly tender, and it had me melting into him. “Such a good girl. Do you want me to fuck you, Hannah?”
The thought of his erection pushing into me, the mental fantasy of taking someone as thick as he was, had me saying without thought, “So bad.”
“Come home with me.”
“Okay.”
Wait…okay?
Hold on drunk, horny brain. Remember stranger danger.
While I’d had a one-night stand or two, like any girl, I normally didn’t have sex with strangers. Then again, I’ve never had a man like Leo interested in me before. The empty ache between my legs urged me to go wherever he wanted and I don’t think I’d ever been this turned on in my entire life. My whole body felt sensitive, needy, and I had a hard time thinking past the craving to get him inside of me as quickly as possible. Maybe I was passion starved after my nine months of self-imposed celibacy.
As we moved through the crowd, I came to my senses enough to say, “Wait! My friends.”
He paused then pointed over my shoulder. “Relax. They’ve found dance partners of their own.”