was wet and ready
for him. So slick and swollen.
She wanted him to watch. This was a show only for him. He
had always wanted a private performance with her when she had danced at the
Black Garter. Well, now he had one. A very special private performance, because
this was something she had never done for her clients at the Garter. Only he
was worthy of seeing her splayed, aroused, and masturbating, because he was the
one who made her feel this way.
Faster her fingers worked, circling her clit, dipping in and
out of her slick channel, returning to her clit again.
His gaze nearly devoured her as he watched, clearly wishing
to be between her legs, doing the honors with his tongue. Oh God! The thought
made her moan. Each breath expelled on a gasp as she felt the delicious
quickening in her belly, delighting in the way her muscles clenched ahead of
her release.
Unbidden, her hips thrust into her hand, gyrating and
grinding circles against the rhythm of her fingers until…
"Ungh!"
With an abrupt shiver, her hips rose violently off the floor
and she felt moisture squirt against her hand.
What the hell?
She had heard of women who could ejaculate, but this was a
first. She had never ejaculated her orgasm before. Micah's eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets as his mouth gaped. He seemed as surprised as she was.
Collapsing to the floor, she massaged herself with gentle
forward and back motions, pulling her orgasm out, prolonging it, smiling with contentment
as she stared up at him. Her Micah. He was awakening her inner sex goddess,
wasn't he? This was a side of her she had never experienced, but had somehow
always known was there.
"Come. Taste me." She beckoned him with her
glistening hand and lay back as he practically plunged between her legs and
lapped away her feminine orgasm.
Tonight, while Trace is here, know that I will be wearing
no panties under my pants. I will be wet thinking about you. I will be thinking
about your cock inside me. And after we've all gone to bed, you will take me
out to the couch and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before, where
Trace could come out and see us at any moment.
Sam felt him grin against her nether lips before he lifted
his head and said, "Yes, ma'am."
She rolled her head and grinned as she arched her back off
the floor and languished under his oral caresses, stretching her arms over her
head. Why did the idea of being caught having sex with Micah by Trace excite
her so much?
Twenty minutes later, she hurried and got dressed after
showering with Micah. He still had a towel wrapped around his waist and was
reaching for a pair of sweats as the doorbell rang.
With his sweats in his hand, he tossed back his hair and
looked at her with a shrug.
Trace was here. Playtime was officially over. But they had
at least had a last-minute fix, and the promise of more to come later hung over
them like an erotic shroud.
Micah disappeared down the hall, and Sam quickly skimmed her
fingers through her still-damp, boy-short hair. After brushing on some lip
gloss, she shut off the light and headed to the kitchen to check the chili.
She heard voices at the door, and a moment later, Trace
walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, Trace."
"Hey, little lady." Trace leaned down and kissed
her cheek.
He was such a sweetheart, but she could tell he was
dangerous. Still, she felt safer when he was around.
"You might want to check the front door," he said
quietly, leaning over the pot of chili and taking a deep whiff.
"Mmm."
"Why? What's at the front door?"
"Jackson's here."
"Who? Jackson?"
Trace arched an eyebrow and dipped his head in the direction
of the front door.
Sam frowned and hurried out of the kitchen.
"Micah, is someone –?" She hesitated when she saw
Micah talking to a man she had never met. Well, male in this case, since
Jackson was a vampire. She knew that much.
Jackson had been the reason why Micah had wanted to kill
himself a month ago. Micah had partially mated Jackson, but
for him. So slick and swollen.
She wanted him to watch. This was a show only for him. He
had always wanted a private performance with her when she had danced at the
Black Garter. Well, now he had one. A very special private performance, because
this was something she had never done for her clients at the Garter. Only he
was worthy of seeing her splayed, aroused, and masturbating, because he was the
one who made her feel this way.
Faster her fingers worked, circling her clit, dipping in and
out of her slick channel, returning to her clit again.
His gaze nearly devoured her as he watched, clearly wishing
to be between her legs, doing the honors with his tongue. Oh God! The thought
made her moan. Each breath expelled on a gasp as she felt the delicious
quickening in her belly, delighting in the way her muscles clenched ahead of
her release.
Unbidden, her hips thrust into her hand, gyrating and
grinding circles against the rhythm of her fingers until…
"Ungh!"
With an abrupt shiver, her hips rose violently off the floor
and she felt moisture squirt against her hand.
What the hell?
She had heard of women who could ejaculate, but this was a
first. She had never ejaculated her orgasm before. Micah's eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets as his mouth gaped. He seemed as surprised as she was.
Collapsing to the floor, she massaged herself with gentle
forward and back motions, pulling her orgasm out, prolonging it, smiling with contentment
as she stared up at him. Her Micah. He was awakening her inner sex goddess,
wasn't he? This was a side of her she had never experienced, but had somehow
always known was there.
"Come. Taste me." She beckoned him with her
glistening hand and lay back as he practically plunged between her legs and
lapped away her feminine orgasm.
Tonight, while Trace is here, know that I will be wearing
no panties under my pants. I will be wet thinking about you. I will be thinking
about your cock inside me. And after we've all gone to bed, you will take me
out to the couch and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before, where
Trace could come out and see us at any moment.
Sam felt him grin against her nether lips before he lifted
his head and said, "Yes, ma'am."
She rolled her head and grinned as she arched her back off
the floor and languished under his oral caresses, stretching her arms over her
head. Why did the idea of being caught having sex with Micah by Trace excite
her so much?
Twenty minutes later, she hurried and got dressed after
showering with Micah. He still had a towel wrapped around his waist and was
reaching for a pair of sweats as the doorbell rang.
With his sweats in his hand, he tossed back his hair and
looked at her with a shrug.
Trace was here. Playtime was officially over. But they had
at least had a last-minute fix, and the promise of more to come later hung over
them like an erotic shroud.
Micah disappeared down the hall, and Sam quickly skimmed her
fingers through her still-damp, boy-short hair. After brushing on some lip
gloss, she shut off the light and headed to the kitchen to check the chili.
She heard voices at the door, and a moment later, Trace
walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, Trace."
"Hey, little lady." Trace leaned down and kissed
her cheek.
He was such a sweetheart, but she could tell he was
dangerous. Still, she felt safer when he was around.
"You might want to check the front door," he said
quietly, leaning over the pot of chili and taking a deep whiff.
"Mmm."
"Why? What's at the front door?"
"Jackson's here."
"Who? Jackson?"
Trace arched an eyebrow and dipped his head in the direction
of the front door.
Sam frowned and hurried out of the kitchen.
"Micah, is someone –?" She hesitated when she saw
Micah talking to a man she had never met. Well, male in this case, since
Jackson was a vampire. She knew that much.
Jackson had been the reason why Micah had wanted to kill
himself a month ago. Micah had partially mated Jackson, but
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