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Authors: Selena Kitt, Lily Marie, Alyse Zaftig, Jamie Klaire, Kinsey Grey, Ambrielle Kirk, Marie Carnay, Holly Stone, Cynthia Dane, Alexis Adaire, Anita Snowflake, Eve Kaye, Janessa Davenport, Linnea May, Ruby Harper, Sasha Storm, Tamsin Flowers, Tori White
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commmme!” she cried, grabbing his wet hair in both hands and grinding her pussy against his face.
Dorian moaned and sank in deeper, sliding Jodie across the tile and sucking at her clit as she shuddered in his arms. She thrashed at the side of the pool, waves of pleasure rolling through her again and again, the sensation almost too much to bear. He kept his mouth fastened on her pussy, his tongue just pulsing now, barely moving, as her climax slowly subsided, leaving her panting on the wet tile.
“Holy fuck I missed that.” Dorian sighed happily, resting his cheek on her thigh. “You taste so good. Fuck steak. I could eat you for the rest of my life.”
“Well you clearly didn’t forget what you were doing.” She giggled, running a hand through his wet hair.
“I remember how to fuck too,” he assured her, coming up to kiss her mouth. She tasted chlorine mixed with the hot musk of her own pussy.
“I bet you do.” She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip. “What in the world would make you deny womankind for so long?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you later.” He smiled, leaning in to capture one of her nipples, making her gasp. “After I fuck you until you’re so sore you can’t walk.”
“I’m so dizzy, I don’t think I can walk,” she admitted, shivering. Her teeth were starting to chatter.
“Cold?” He sat up on his elbow. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
He helped her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist as they made their way to the door. They left their underwear but Dorian grabbed her phone, the champagne and the strawberries off the table as she pulled open the heavy glass door.
“Upstairs,” he directed her as they stepped into the air conditioning, making Jodie shiver even more. Her dress—well, Lauren’s dress—was still balled up on the floor by the window.
“Upstairs?” She blinked at him, confused, until he steered her toward a glass enclosure she realized was an elevator.
No wonder the windows went floor to ceiling, she realized as the elevator took them up one flight. The doors opened into a hallway. He led her down it, into a bedroom with tall windows that overlooked the strip. It was so lit up they didn’t even need any lights on, but he flipped a switch and dim lights over the circular bed came on as he put the champagne and strawberries on a table by the door.
“A round bed?” She giggled, teeth chattering.
“Yeah I know.” He laughed. “I didn’t design it.”
Dorian wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her warm, but he was wet too and she shivered uncontrollably. He sat her on the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing two big, fluffy white towels, a robe draped over one arm. He wrapped one towel around his waist before sitting on the bed. Then he stood her up, pulling her between his legs and beginning to rub her down with the towel. He was gentle, squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, rubbing her down until she felt warm, inside and out.
Then he stood too, sliding the silky robe over her shoulders, holding it so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. Dorian wrapped his arms around her from behind, both of them looking out at the view of the city below. She smiled, leaning back against him, not cold anymore. He nuzzled her neck, gently biting her earlobe, his breath warming her all the way to her toes.
“Champagne?” He went over to the table, pouring them both a glass.
Jodie took it from him, already too drunk, but she didn’t know if her buzz was from alcohol anymore.
“To ex’s,” Dorian said, clinking his glass to hers. “Karma is sweet, but revenge is sweeter.”
She sipped her champagne, looking at him thoughtfully over the rim. He’d made her think about Jason again, but for the first time since she’d found out, she didn’t feel like dying. In fact, she felt very much like living.
“Strawberry?” he nodded toward the
Dorian moaned and sank in deeper, sliding Jodie across the tile and sucking at her clit as she shuddered in his arms. She thrashed at the side of the pool, waves of pleasure rolling through her again and again, the sensation almost too much to bear. He kept his mouth fastened on her pussy, his tongue just pulsing now, barely moving, as her climax slowly subsided, leaving her panting on the wet tile.
“Holy fuck I missed that.” Dorian sighed happily, resting his cheek on her thigh. “You taste so good. Fuck steak. I could eat you for the rest of my life.”
“Well you clearly didn’t forget what you were doing.” She giggled, running a hand through his wet hair.
“I remember how to fuck too,” he assured her, coming up to kiss her mouth. She tasted chlorine mixed with the hot musk of her own pussy.
“I bet you do.” She traced the line of his jaw with her fingertip. “What in the world would make you deny womankind for so long?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you later.” He smiled, leaning in to capture one of her nipples, making her gasp. “After I fuck you until you’re so sore you can’t walk.”
“I’m so dizzy, I don’t think I can walk,” she admitted, shivering. Her teeth were starting to chatter.
“Cold?” He sat up on his elbow. “Come on, let’s go inside.”
He helped her to her feet, keeping an arm around her waist as they made their way to the door. They left their underwear but Dorian grabbed her phone, the champagne and the strawberries off the table as she pulled open the heavy glass door.
“Upstairs,” he directed her as they stepped into the air conditioning, making Jodie shiver even more. Her dress—well, Lauren’s dress—was still balled up on the floor by the window.
“Upstairs?” She blinked at him, confused, until he steered her toward a glass enclosure she realized was an elevator.
No wonder the windows went floor to ceiling, she realized as the elevator took them up one flight. The doors opened into a hallway. He led her down it, into a bedroom with tall windows that overlooked the strip. It was so lit up they didn’t even need any lights on, but he flipped a switch and dim lights over the circular bed came on as he put the champagne and strawberries on a table by the door.
“A round bed?” She giggled, teeth chattering.
“Yeah I know.” He laughed. “I didn’t design it.”
Dorian wrapped his arms around her, trying to keep her warm, but he was wet too and she shivered uncontrollably. He sat her on the bed and went into the bathroom, grabbing two big, fluffy white towels, a robe draped over one arm. He wrapped one towel around his waist before sitting on the bed. Then he stood her up, pulling her between his legs and beginning to rub her down with the towel. He was gentle, squeezing the excess moisture from her hair, rubbing her down until she felt warm, inside and out.
Then he stood too, sliding the silky robe over her shoulders, holding it so she could slip her arms into the sleeves. Dorian wrapped his arms around her from behind, both of them looking out at the view of the city below. She smiled, leaning back against him, not cold anymore. He nuzzled her neck, gently biting her earlobe, his breath warming her all the way to her toes.
“Champagne?” He went over to the table, pouring them both a glass.
Jodie took it from him, already too drunk, but she didn’t know if her buzz was from alcohol anymore.
“To ex’s,” Dorian said, clinking his glass to hers. “Karma is sweet, but revenge is sweeter.”
She sipped her champagne, looking at him thoughtfully over the rim. He’d made her think about Jason again, but for the first time since she’d found out, she didn’t feel like dying. In fact, she felt very much like living.
“Strawberry?” he nodded toward the
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