Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“A guy?”
“Yeah, I don’t know what he wants from me, but he got me all dressed up, and I have nowhere else to go.”
“You look stunning.”
“Do you think so?” she asked, turning toward him.
Holly didn’t know if this was flirting or not.
Mason’s gaze traveled down her body, lingering at her chest, then back up again. “Your man has exquisite taste.”
She tsked. “I don’t believe he is my man.”
“You don’t?”
She shook her head, sliding the olive into her mouth and chewing. She dropped the stick onto the bar and lifted her glass. “I don’t know much about him, other than what seems to matter right now.”
“And what matters?”
Holly finished her drink, stepped off the barstool, and moved close. Leaning forward she brushed her lips against his ear. “He knows how to fuck me and to make me scream. I love feeling him in my mouth, my pussy, and my ass. Right now, I think that’s more important.”
She grabbed his hand, and she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. There was a song playing, and she wanted to dance.
Pulling Mason onto the dance floor, she took a step back, but he wasn’t having that. He pulled her close, one of his hands going to her ass, the other sinking into her hair. He slid a thigh between her legs, and the dress had enough give for him to work it up. As he did so, she knew the dress lifted, but she didn’t care.
With how close he was, everything seemed to drown out. The nightclub was full, but she focused on him. His cock was hard and she felt him against her stomach as they danced. Moving to the beat, she felt it through her whole body, heating her blood, imagining them both alone.
Mason spun her around and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. The hand on her ass moved to just beneath her breasts. His lips danced across her neck.
“Men are watching you,” he said, whispering the words against her ear.
She didn’t care what other men were doing. Her only focus was Mason.
She wanted to know what he was doing, what he was thinking.
“They want you.”
Holly spun in his arms, putting her hands at his hips, and she swayed from side to side. Lifting up on her toes, she didn’t have to go far because the heels he’d provided gave her enough height.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“You.”
He gripped the back of her neck, pulling her in close and kissing her hard.
She melted against him. The dance floor, the people, none of it mattered. She wanted him and him alone.
The kiss was demanding and it set her blood pumping. Her nipples were tight and she felt an answering tightness between her thighs. She was so aroused.
Mason suddenly took her hand and she didn’t know where they were going, until she felt the air of the night. It was one of the few cool nights that summer.
He pressed her up against the wall and she felt his thigh slide between her thighs, brushing across her pussy. Another moan fell from her lips. His touch, his possession, made her lose focus and she loved this feeling that overrode and consumed her. She didn’t want it to stop, not for a second.
Mason wore jeans again, and she reached out, opened the button, and slid down the zipper, pulling out his cock. He swatted her hand out of the way. Holly was already taking care of her panties, wriggling out of them. He lifted her up and found her entrance, and began to slide down on him. They both moaned.
Holly couldn’t believe they were still not using condoms. She had never been this reckless but she did believe him when he said he was clean.
He lifted her up and down his length. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she thrust against him, the wall digging into her back, but she didn’t care. She wanted to feel him come inside her. They were outside, around the back of the nightclub, where anyone could stumble onto them. Holly had never done anything this reckless. There was a lot she had done in the past week that had been so reckless. She didn’t care, though. Mason made her feel alive, and she didn’t want that to stop.
He groaned and she felt him tense as he filled her, shooting wave upon wave of cum inside her. Mason lifted his head as it had been resting between her breasts.
They stared at each other. She had no idea what to do or say. Looking at him, something seemed to shift in his gaze. She licked her lips.
“Do you want to go back inside?” he asked.
“No.”
“Do you want to go back to your place or mine?”
She nibbled her lip and shook just a little. “Yours.”
Mason had been coming to her place for the past week. They had not gone back to his place since she had snuck out of his apartment last week.