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over his sensitive tip, to hold him tightly in her palm.
“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me,” he groaned, throwing back his head and breathing heavily. She leaned forward and took two inches of his arousal inside the warm recesses of her mouth.
As she sucked hard and continued to stroke him with one hand, while steadying herself on his body with the other, his pleasure resounded off the parking garage walls, and, even more encouraged, she took him deeper into her mouth. She felt him pulse, and her sighs mixed with his when his warm release coated her tongue and throat. His ecstatic groans sent euphoria through her entire body. She continued sucking him, intent on drawing out the last of his release, and then she slowly pulled back to look up at the man she’d pleasured — the first man. He leaned back farther against the car, and a sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead as he returned her look.
When several moments passed and her thighs began to wobble from the strain of her position, she wanted to get up but was afraid to do something wrong, something that would make him punish her by keeping her right there. As much as her body was screaming for something she didn’t understand, she wanted out of this very public place. If she was going to lose her virginity to this man, she would much, much rather have it happen behind closed doors.
“Stand up.”
Because her muscles were overworked, this command was more difficult to do, but she used his body as leverage and hoisted herself up, then took a second to stabilize herself before she retreated a step backward as he pulled his clothing back into place.
“You’ve done better than I expected,” he told her before looking at her pile of clothes. “Get dressed. It’s time to go inside and finish this.”
With that, he turned away from her and began walking toward what seemed to be a private elevator in the corner. Terrified he would leave her there, she quickly threw on her outer clothes, clutching her underclothes tightly in her hands as she chased after him, adjusting her blouse while stepping behind him into the elevator.
Fear had become a constant inside her, but fear wasn’t the only thing she was feeling right now — her body was burning with need, a need she’d never before experienced. Her thighs clenched together and she wondered what was wrong with her that she didn’t feel any shame after what had just happened.
Maybe it was the circumstances of being where she was with a man such as him, or maybe she didn’t think she should feel anything other than concern for her brother, but whatever it was, her heart pounded when the doors to the elevator opened and she stepped out along with Blake.
She feared that very soon she’d learn more about herself than she wanted to. Would she ever be able to look into the mirror again?
Chapter Eight
Though Blake had disguised his emotions like a professional poker player, he was shaken up. Yes, he was no newcomer to sexual pleasure — in fact, he’d thought he’d seen and felt it all. But when Jewell had performed her striptease for him, at his command, he’d had to force himself not to reach out for her.
He’d nearly lost control when she lowered herself to the ground and her sweet plump lips had closed around the head of his arousal. That just didn’t happen to him — he was always in complete command of his emotions. He wouldn’t allow himself to slip again.
He couldn’t escape her tantalizing scent as she stood silently beside him and finished adjusting her clothes. Unable to help himself, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Although
“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me,” he groaned, throwing back his head and breathing heavily. She leaned forward and took two inches of his arousal inside the warm recesses of her mouth.
As she sucked hard and continued to stroke him with one hand, while steadying herself on his body with the other, his pleasure resounded off the parking garage walls, and, even more encouraged, she took him deeper into her mouth. She felt him pulse, and her sighs mixed with his when his warm release coated her tongue and throat. His ecstatic groans sent euphoria through her entire body. She continued sucking him, intent on drawing out the last of his release, and then she slowly pulled back to look up at the man she’d pleasured — the first man. He leaned back farther against the car, and a sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead as he returned her look.
When several moments passed and her thighs began to wobble from the strain of her position, she wanted to get up but was afraid to do something wrong, something that would make him punish her by keeping her right there. As much as her body was screaming for something she didn’t understand, she wanted out of this very public place. If she was going to lose her virginity to this man, she would much, much rather have it happen behind closed doors.
“Stand up.”
Because her muscles were overworked, this command was more difficult to do, but she used his body as leverage and hoisted herself up, then took a second to stabilize herself before she retreated a step backward as he pulled his clothing back into place.
“You’ve done better than I expected,” he told her before looking at her pile of clothes. “Get dressed. It’s time to go inside and finish this.”
With that, he turned away from her and began walking toward what seemed to be a private elevator in the corner. Terrified he would leave her there, she quickly threw on her outer clothes, clutching her underclothes tightly in her hands as she chased after him, adjusting her blouse while stepping behind him into the elevator.
Fear had become a constant inside her, but fear wasn’t the only thing she was feeling right now — her body was burning with need, a need she’d never before experienced. Her thighs clenched together and she wondered what was wrong with her that she didn’t feel any shame after what had just happened.
Maybe it was the circumstances of being where she was with a man such as him, or maybe she didn’t think she should feel anything other than concern for her brother, but whatever it was, her heart pounded when the doors to the elevator opened and she stepped out along with Blake.
She feared that very soon she’d learn more about herself than she wanted to. Would she ever be able to look into the mirror again?
Chapter Eight
Though Blake had disguised his emotions like a professional poker player, he was shaken up. Yes, he was no newcomer to sexual pleasure — in fact, he’d thought he’d seen and felt it all. But when Jewell had performed her striptease for him, at his command, he’d had to force himself not to reach out for her.
He’d nearly lost control when she lowered herself to the ground and her sweet plump lips had closed around the head of his arousal. That just didn’t happen to him — he was always in complete command of his emotions. He wouldn’t allow himself to slip again.
He couldn’t escape her tantalizing scent as she stood silently beside him and finished adjusting her clothes. Unable to help himself, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Although
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