“I did,” I whisper, trying to calm my voice and hide the tremors that threaten to betray me. Probably failing.

  “You’re shaking, little lamb… are you afraid?”

  “No,” I lie.

  “You are afraid.” As he pulls my earlobe between his teeth, his whispered words inject me with an icy shock. “But you shouldn’t be. You have nothing to fear from me.”

  His tongue keeps doing wicked things to my ear as my body overheats. “But I hit you.”

  “You did.” He’s enormous as he leans in, pressing against me, and I am engulfed in his heavenly scent. “And I really fucking liked it.” The pressure on my stomach increases with every throb of his hardening cock pushing against me.

  The sheer size of him is staggering, and despite my hesitation, heady fantasies flicker through my mind as my core tightens, the growing dampness between my legs threatening to soak my thighs.

  I imagine the aching stretch of that cock and that wicked tongue on my sparking clit. Fuck, I want it.

  I shake my head from side to side, trying to dispel the fog that clouds my thoughts. “You were just having sex with someone else,” I repeat, my voice carrying more conviction this time, “and I won’t be reduced to a one-night stand.”

  His arms support him as he leans against the solid bricks, and he pins me against the wall, his entire front flush against mine. “Please, Jewel.” In my ear, his groan is a raw mixture of need and surrender, completely unraveled. The sound of my name leaving his lips, accompanied by his desperate plea, breaks through my resolve like a thunderclap. He doesn’t strike me as someone who begs.

  Ever.

  “Please,” he whispers again, his voice filled with an unexpected vulnerability, “just come inside for a while.”

  The reasons to reject him are endless, spanning from his notorious playboy lifestyle to the simple act of self-preservation. This battle between my mouth and my brain rages on as he pulls back, his deep blue eyes locked on mine. All logic is defied as I hear the agreement tumble out. “Don’t make me regret this.”

  As soon as the words leave my lips, he grins, his smile painting a picture of pure beauty. His face is mostly concealed by the creepy mask he wears at these parties, but his jawline is undeniably strong, and his mouth is well-defined.

  He takes a step back, and my eyes wander down his frame, admiring the way the tailored suit molds to his body, revealing his sculpted physique and powerful shoulders. The enormous bulge between his thighs is impossible to miss, his thick cock visibly outlined against his pants, and my nerves betray me as I blurt out, “But I’m not having sex with you tonight.” His smile spreads as he pushes out a quiet chuckle.

  “Fair enough,” he says, reaching out for me. My hesitation lingers as I study his eyes once more, finally relenting. His hand dwarfs mine as he leads me into his massive house, and the sound of the door slamming shut behind us carries an unexpected finality.

  He guides me up a narrow stairwell and along a seemingly endless hallway until we reach a heavy door. Inside is a cozy sitting area with a plush sofa and a couple of comfortable armchairs. In the room beyond the foyer is an immense four-poster bed with a towering, metal headboard standing proudly against the wall.

  As my eyes land on the black satin sheets, flowing across the mattress and disheveled from his sleep, my mind races with thoughts of how we could mess them up in other delightful ways.

  “Did you seriously bring me to your bedroom?” I ask, shaking my head at his audacity.

  His deep laughter rolls over me like silk as he releases my hand and closes the doors behind us; the click sealing us off from the outside world. “Relax, it’s just for privacy.” His eyes are intense as he turns to look at me. “I don’t want any interruptions while I’m… getting to know you.”

  The suggestive quality of his voice is so potent that my soaked pussy clenches, and I’m pretty sure I’ve just lost the battle of containing my wetness, feeling it trickle down my inner thighs.

  So much for willpower.

  “Well, what would you like to know?” He gestures for me to sit on the couch, then drops beside me, angling in my direction and giving me his full attention.

  His voice, like sweet sin, spills from his lips as he says, “Everything,” and his gaze slowly traces the contours of my body.

  “Well, I’m twenty-seven,” I begin as he scoots closer.

  “Uh-huh.”

  A nervous swallow fights down my throat as his hand lands on my knee. I’m no petite woman, and it spans the entirety of my leg. “I work in marketing, in digital media.”

  “Keep talking.” Like a smooth sip of whisky and the soft touch of velvet, that voice lulls my mind into a state of bliss. It’s an AMSR overload in the way it tickles my brain. His fingers clench around my dress and inch my skirt up my calves.

  “I, uh…” A quiet cough covers up my gasp as he drags the delicate material above my knees. “I play piano and live in a loft downtown, so I don’t have to drive often.”

  With a nod, he takes hold of my knee and tugs, coaxing my legs to separate. “Keep going, Jewel, I’m listening to every word.”

  “What else do you want to know?” My words are reduced to mere breaths as he drops to his knees and leans over my lap.

  A gentle, feather-light kiss lands on my leg, and his eyes lock on mine as his teeth grip the fabric of my dress. He guides it up my thighs at a pace that leaves me quaking in impatience, his soft bottom lip ghosting a trail along my exposed skin. A quiet, trembling whimper escapes me as he releases the material, high enough to see my lack of panties.

  “What do I want to know?” he asks as he leans forward, eyes on mine. “I want to know what you taste like.”

  Before I can utter another word, he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue tracing a leisurely path up my core. “Oh, shit,” I moan as he does it again, sliding in a slow, deliberate manner and leaving no part of me untouched. My legs jolt as he reaches my clit, the tip of his tongue swirling it in tight circles.

  Logic kicks in once more, as my brain attempts to take charge. “Stefan,” I begin, and the deep, rumbling sound of his acknowledging grunt travels up my body. “I thought we agreed on no sex.”

  Initially, there is no response from him, but then he takes my clit between his lips and gives it a soft, drawn-out suck, causing me to cry out. As he releases me, my breath comes out in heavy gasps, craving more and forgetting my objections.

  “To be clear, you stated that, and I consented to it—begrudgingly, might I add. So, no sex. But you neglected to specify that I couldn’t feast on your divine cunt, didn’t you?”

  He dives back in, grabbing my knees and pushing them up against my chest as he gets more aggressive. That sinful tongue drives inside me as his nose brushes against my clit. “Goddamned delicious,” he mutters, his words muffled as his mouth pushes forward once more. Another wave of scorching heat blasts through my body, so intense that it seeps out of me, and his low growl vibrates as he laps it up.

  The pressure on my knees intensifies as he backs up, and then his head turns towards my left thigh, sucking my skin between his lips before sinking his teeth into it. With an exhilarated cry bursting from my throat, my already aching pussy clenches as he unravels the first clue of my forbidden secret.

  “You enjoy the pain, little lamb?”

  “Yes,” I gasp, and he twists to the right, the sting of his bite sharper this time. The thought of him marking my body in such an intimate way drives me into a frenzy to have his mouth on me once more.

  His urgent, forceful hands climb my chest, gripping the top of my dress and sliding his fingers underneath, yanking and tugging until my breasts are bared. Right as the warmth of his tongue meets my clit once more, those thick fingers grip my nipples between them and give an unexpected pinch.

  My body seizes with pleasure as my hand lands on his, squeezing his fingers tighter on my taut buds and urging him for more. He lets out a satisfied growl as my hips rise from the cushion, panting as I push against his mouth. “Do that again.”

  “You want more than that?”

  “Yes!” I’m in an absolute frenzy as his tongue dances in a slow circle around my throbbing clit.

  There’s a teasing pressure as he gives me a light pinch. “Tell me what you need, Jewel.”

  My hips lift and my back arches as I try to get more, but he freezes, unwilling to continue until I speak. “Damn it, make it hurt!”

  His quiet grunt is my only warning. His hand reaches up once more, but this time, instead of a squeeze, it lands with a harsh slap on my breast, the intense sting shooting through my body and electrifying my entire being. “Fuck,” I shout as he strikes harder, his tongue never stopping as he darkens my skin.

  My breath hitches as his fingers compress my hardened nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the intensity with each pinch until it makes me hiss with the pain. When he lets up, my skin is red and hot.

  He draws the outer lips of my pussy into his mouth and sucks, biting down and tugging with his teeth as my thighs clench around his head. But it doesn’t stop him, and soon he’s teasing my entrance before giving my clit the attention it craves. The thick, flat surface of his tongue pushes against my sensitive nerves, rolling in long, drawn-out circles that make it impossible for me to control my volume. The faster he licks, the louder my cries become.

  The leather ears of his mask offer a secure grip for my hands as I pull him towards me, losing my rhythm as I roll my hips against his mouth. Right as I’m on the brink, gasping and desperate, he retreats, and I fight to drag him back to me. Deep and pleased, he laughs at my struggle.

  “Your pretty pussy is swollen and drenched, Jewel. Are you ready to cum?”

  “Yes,” I rasp as I desperately try to create friction. He’s so close that his words blow a chilly breeze across my overheated skin. “Fuck, Stefan, please.”

  A low rumble escapes him as his tongue darts out, teasing my clit with firm flicks. “Goddamn, I love hearing my name coming from those lips.” As he shifts between my legs, I hear the distinct sound of a zipper being undone. “Fear not, little lamb, you’ll cum on my tongue until you can’t handle it anymore, but there’s something I want in return.”

  “Oh God, anything!” My moans escape me uncontrollably as he licks me once more, his lips enclosing around my clit and sucking gently.

  “You said no sex,” he says, pausing for a moment as he drags his tongue through me again. “And I’ll honor that request… for now. When I fuck you, it’ll be because you’ve begged me to take you. You’ll be on your knees pleading for the stretch of my cock, desperate for the heat of my cum filling you.”

  My nipples are pinched once more, while his teeth graze my clit, causing a surge so intense that I’m sure I’ll combust. “But that overpowering tension that pushes against your skin? That fucking excruciating craving to get off? My whole body is filled with it, and I plan on getting some relief.”

  “Whatever you need,” I say, recognizing my shift from resistance to absolute desperation in just an hour.

  Another deep laugh leaves him. “That’s right, Jewel, whatever I need.” My breasts still bear the marks of his attention, and he cups them and applies pressure until the flesh yields between his fingers. “And right now, I ache for these to be pressed against my cock. That’s my price… if you get to cum on my lips, I want to fuck your tits.”

  My body reacts to the filthy words with a groan, another rush of wetness tickling my skin as it trickles from my core. His eyes dart downward, and he curses under his breath as he notices how soaked I am. Without hesitation, he plunges back between my legs and drinks up every drop.

  His name escapes me in another soft whimper, and I’m on the verge of complete surrender, just one flick of his tongue away. His eyes snap up to mine as a sexy smirk spreads across his lips. “Do we have a deal?”

  “Yes, please, yes,” I gasp out, my voice desperate and pleading, but he remains unmoved.

  “Say it, Jewel.”

  “We have a deal!” As my hips lift again, the corner of his lips tugs further.

  He lowers himself, teasing me with the promise of his tongue, only to halt before making contact as I moan and arch my back. “And what is our deal?”

  My brain is a jumbled mess, struggling to string together coherent thoughts. “Goddamn it, Stefan!” He continues to gaze at me, waiting for a response, so I force myself to find the words. “Allow me to cum and you can fuck my tits until you explode. Are you happy?”

  “Happy?” He chuckles again, pushing his face against me until he’s close enough the breath from his nose blows on my clit. “Not yet, but I’m about to be.” His mouth covers all of me as he devours, his tongue expertly maneuvering over my slick skin, alternating between swift, firm strokes and gentle flicks.

  He puts as much pressure as he can on my nub, swirling and spinning faster until I’m barely hanging on to my sanity. Each stroke is an invitation to surrender, a taunting promise of the pleasure that’s threatening to burst out of me.

  Fingers tighten around my nipples in a hard pinch, while his tongue covers my clit with one last long, sensual lick before drawing it into his mouth. I claw at the cushions, diving headfirst into the exquisite torment he inflicts.

  Drowning in it.

  The combination of his powerful suction and the sharp nip of his teeth sends me into a state of madness, screaming and thrashing as I unravel.

  Waves of pleasure crash over me, consuming my senses as the hammering in my core ripples into every corner of my body. I writhe beneath him, a wild creature caught in the throes of his insatiable hunger. His teeth skim my skin, leaving a trail of delicious marks, branding me as his own.

  I tremble as he laps at me, his greedy tongue devouring my release as it flows. Soon, my legs are trembling and I’m fighting to push away from the sensitivity.

  His head lifts, and his leather-clad chin is soaked in me, lips swollen and glistening as he rises. Those perfectly tailored pants have been pushed around his thighs, exposing his thick cock that pushes straight out from his body. Just like the rest of him, it is unbelievably massive, and as he grips himself, I realize his length could easily accommodate another hand or two.

  In that moment, I also realize something else.

  He’s right.

  Soon, I will beg for him to fuck me.

  Chapter 3

  Stefan

  The only thing that registers in my senses is her, her intoxicating taste and the way it lingers on my tongue. She leaves her mark on me; her release covering my lips and chin. And goddamn, if it isn’t the most heavenly indulgence I’ve ever experienced.

  I rise to my feet, and her attention shifts to my eager cock. With a firm grasp, I drag my hand along my length, relishing in the flare of her eyes as she watches. This would be easier if I took the time to undress, but fuck if I have the patience for that.

  My knees drop on either side of her waist, giving her nipples another squeeze as I settle into position. Her lips part in a small inhale as I draw nearer, and in that moment, all I can think about is the warmth of her mouth as she sucks me. The suction of her perfect lips and the image of them stretching around my girth.

  Fuck, I want to grip her hair and shove my cock in; to hear her gurgle as I take her throat.

  But I made a deal with her, and I intend to honor it.

  I stretch out my hand, feeling the subtle vibrations of her breath as it brushes against my open palm. “Spit on it,” I instruct, and she does as I ask, dampening my skin with the makeshift lube that I use to coat myself.

  Again, I reach out. “More.”

  This time, after she wets my palm, I rub it on her chest between her breasts. “Hmm… if this is going to replicate your slippery pussy, that’s not nearly enough.” I lean forward and add my own, a damp pool that slides in a narrow stream towards one side. With a forceful grip around the base of my shaft, I slap it against her skin, savoring the satisfying sound of the wet impact and the tingle it sends through my body.

  My hands cup her breasts, pushing them together with a shove and creating a snug embrace as I rock my hips. With every forward thrust, I get inches away from brushing against her face.

  I toy with her erect nipples as I find my stride, already tense as fuck as my aching cock plunges into her softness. “Hold these in place,” I say, and she complies, gripping her own tits as I slide between them. “Don’t be shy. Work your nipples… show me what brings you pleasure.” She’s happy to obey, tweaking and squeezing as I watch.

  “Shit, that’s amazing,” she breathes, captivated by the sight of me thrusting in her cleavage.

  “Hold on tight and don’t let me pop out.”

  She applies more pressure to the sides of her breasts, creating a tighter grip that compresses me even more. As I lean back, my hand ventures between her legs, gliding through the wetness that grows with the increasing pace of my hips.

  Fuck, I won’t last much longer like this.

  Once her slickness coats my fingers, I slip two of them inside her, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. A low moan escapes her as my thumb moves over her clit, pushing down and feeling the slippery nub slide under my touch.

  My cock shoves forward, the bottom of my shaft dragging along her spit-covered skin as my head pushes against her chin. Her fingers squeeze around her nipples, and she mutters in awe, “Jesus, how is it possible that you got even longer?” A surprised laugh huffs out of me as I give another thrust, turning into a groan as I ram into her again.

  She is so incredibly wet that I pump effortlessly inside her, the sound of a wet push accompanying each thrust. As I add a third finger, her muscles clench and adapt to the new size, and her volume increases as I struggle to contain myself.