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Fantasies for women like me just didn’t come true. I’d always considered myself a plain Jane, cute and all-American. This gorgeous and sinful man could have any woman he wanted.
But not only was he thinking of me as his shiny new toy, I sensed he was obsessed. He’d followed me.
He’d stalked me.
He’d watched everything I’d done.
And I had no doubt he’d been inside my room. The thought of how his aftershave had lingered in my private spaces, the very one he was wearing tonight was sinful and should terrify me.
But just as my body had betrayed me, enjoying the utter bliss he was providing, I’d also become wet and hot all over from the spanking.
And he’d sensed it, his eyes boring into mine the entire time.
Easton wasn’t finished either.
It was crazy and out of control but as he swept his tongue around my oversensitive clit, I shuddered to my heated core. I was certain my body was going to combust, every inch of skin tingling and more alive than I’d felt my entire life. He was a master at this, his tongue a creation of beauty, his full lips tempting the bad girl out into the open.
However, what he was doing with his long fingers was going to drive me into sheer madness. I was bucking involuntarily, my whimpers and ragged screams something I couldn’t control.
“My beautiful, obedient girl,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. I clenched my eyes shut much the way my pussy muscles were clamping around the thick invasion.
All I could think about was how much I wanted his cock plunging hard and deep inside instead.
But he was keeping my legs open, burying his face in my wetness. I lifted my head again, marveling at the way he was shifting his head back and forth, his deep growls far too enticing. I felt as if I was spiraling out of control. I certainly knew I was losing my mind, little bit by bit. How were we supposed to work side by side without feeling the need to…
To fuck?
I laughed softly until the next blissful wave of raw ecstasy tore through me. The only orgasms I’d had before him were the ones I’d given myself with my trusty vibrator. Even then, they weren’t nearly this powerful and wild.
I was bucking so hard I was certain I could toss myself off the table completely if he hadn’t been holding me down. How could anything this wrong feel so damn good?
As I eased back onto the table, falling into the sweet release, every muscle continued to convulse.
Only when I started to come down from the euphoric clouds did he press a series of kisses on one quivering thigh then the other. Even the way his lips made me tingle was insane.
I made tiny mewing sounds as he continued to growl, already exhausted but every inch of my body was tingling. Who knew pure euphoria could be this incredible?
When he finally stood, I tried to watch his every move, but focusing was almost as difficult as breathing normally. Yet as he jerked off his shirt by the back collar, tossing it aside, I rose up onto my elbows, refusing to miss a thing. It was weird how a part of me couldn’t get the answers he’d provided out of my mind while the other was lost in how insanely gorgeous he was.
It was as if he’d been created for me alone, almost like I was Eve and he was Adam.
I had no idea where that had come from, but as I licked my dry lips, I allowed my gaze to fall to his rugged hands as he started to unfasten his belt.
Taking his sweet time to do so.
Of course he was doing that on purpose, trying to boost the desire to the point I’d become as much of an animal as I sensed he could be. Whatever the case, I was torn with wanting to jerk off his clothes myself and to do nothing more than watch the strip show.
I chose the latter, trying everything I could to stay focused.
This was the kind of fantasy that only occurred in books. I ought to know since I’d read enough of them in my time. As he unzipped, he gave me a wicked smile on purpose, teasing me as I’d done to him.
I still couldn’t believe I’d been so forward with him, but now I was almost grateful I was able to let go. If it was true that there was one man for every woman, had karma been kind or was she just taunting me like so many aspects of my life had done before?
“You’re hungry, sweet Sara.”
Even the way he said my name was provocative. “Always.”
“You’re a good eater.” His eyes lit up, his upper lip curling. “I appreciate a woman who enjoys her food. I find that sexy as hell.”
