Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My breathing became heavy.
The atmosphere between us was so incredibly hot and charged that it was impossible for me to not feel the electricity in the air.
I seized the red dress’s silky fabric and inch by inch raised it. “What made you wear garters tonight?”
She whispered, “I wanted to feel sexy.”
“And do you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. You surely are the sexiest vixen I’ve ever had the pleasure of being around.” I slipped my hand under the dress, claiming what was all mine to take.
The silkiness of her stockings enticed me.
Then, I touched the garter and grunted.
She gasped and closed her eyes as I slowly ran my fingers along the edge of her garter belt.
Then, I noticed how wicked she could be when I looked down.
My God.
Nova was wearing nothing but a lace thong underneath the garters.
I bit back a moan at how exquisite she looked.
I am going to do so many nasty things to her.
I pulled her closer and kissed her hungrily, taking in all the deliciousness of her mouth—the taste of wine and passion that spoke to my soul.
My hands moved around to her soft, fat ass, caressing it, gripping it so tightly with longing and desire that it almost seemed like we were one being.
A soft moan left her.
Footsteps sounded behind us.
She opened her eyes and checked. “The waiters are here.”
With my hand still under the dress, I let go of her ass and slid it back to the garter. “Are they?”
She shivered. “Yes.”
I unfastened the garter. “Good.”
Savory scents drifted our way.
The waiter cleared his throat behind us. “For our Air Element, we have foie gras mousse.”
I slipped my hands up her hip and then inch by inch over the mound of her pussy. Only the silk of her lace thong covered what I yearned to taste the most.
She shivered. “Tristan.”
Surely gazing in any direction but us, the waiter continued, “The air element is embodied in this dish through its incorporation of light and airy textures, as well as delicate and subtle flavors.”
I couldn’t resist. I had to touch her some more. Slowly, I cupped the front of her pussy.
She gasped and closed her eyes.
“The foie gras mousse is whipped to a fluffy, cloudlike texture, then topped with a sweet and tangy cherry gelee.”
I relished in feeling how moist the lace of her panties was becoming against my fingers. “So wet.”
“The dish is served with toasted brioche and a drizzle of aged balsamic vinegar.”
Tracing my fingers over the intricate lace design, I explored every curve and dip of her pussy. I felt the soft, little bulge of her clit pressing against the fabric.
There you go.
With a gentle pressure, I began rubbing the sensitive bud in small, slow circles.
A soft moan escaped her lips, and I could feel her body tensing up against mine.
“Oh, Nova.” I softly danced my fingertips over her clit, coaxing out more moans of pleasure from deep within her throat. “You are going to be so much fun at the Masquerade.”
Footsteps sounded and then the noise became distant as the waiters must have been leaving.
I moved my hand from the wet lace and raised my fingers to my nose.
“Masquerade?” She opened her eyes and watched me.
“We will talk about that later. For now. . .” Loudly, I inhaled. The scent of her pussy shoved me over the edge. It was a sweet, delicate perfume with hints of lavender and musk.
I groaned and stared into her eyes.
Arousal coursed through my veins.
Lost in the moment, I wrapped my arm around Nova’s waist, pulling her against me in a tight embrace as I kissed her once more hungrily and passionately.
Devouring her.
Nova moaned in ecstasy.
My tongue explored every corner of her mouth as my hand crept back to the soft, wet fabric covering her pussy.
I continued teasing and tantalizing it with gentle strokes, until she was panting in pleasure.
My fingers slid lower and I could feel how soaked she had become for me.
Unable to help myself, I tore away the panties.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air.
The torn thong fell to the stage’s floor.
I had my fingers back on her soft pussy.
Pre-cum spilled from my cock, making a mess of my boxer briefs.
“Nova. Nova.” I let go and backed up. “Get on the table.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Now.”
She swallowed and like a good girl she went over to it.
Very good.
I stalked behind her.
When she got to the table, she turned around. “On it?”
Without answering, I lifted her up fast and placed her there myself.
She shrieked.
Our glasses of wine spilled from the movement. Liquid trickled across the table and stained some of her dress.
I pushed her down.
She gasped again as her back pressed against the table’s surface.
“Spread your thighs.”
Her chest rose and fell. “You’re going to—?”
“Spread them.”
She did.
I couldn’t help but admire the sight of her vulnerable and exposed to me.
I got closer.
A bowl was next to her right thigh.