His lips clashed with hers. Firm and commanding, he guided their movements with precision and ease, always in control. The aggressive side of her growled in approval. Finally, a man who would overpower her dominant urges.

He licked at the seam of her lips. When she didn’t open her mouth, he grunted and nipped at her lower lip. She moaned at the perfect torture. He devoured and plundered the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Whimpers escaped the back of her throat while she rubbed her body against him.

“Fuck. Alexandra, you’re so hot.” Moving his hands down, he squeezed her breasts through the clingy material of her wrap-style dress. He spread the neckline enough to bare her satin-covered tits for his perusal. Without wasting time, he peeled down the satin and latched on to one of her swollen nipples.

“Oh yes. Andrew—yes, yes, more.” The order came out a strangled moan when he bit down and sucked on one tip while rolling and pinching the other.

Her soaked panties were starting to feel uncomfortable. She shoved her chest forward into his face. Stepping back, he toppled into a large, cushioned black chair. He pulled her down to straddle him while he continued to lick and suck at her heavy breasts. Arousal gathered and swelled inside her. She rocked her hips over his erection and whimpered when it rubbed against her swollen clit. Nails digging into his muscular arms, she watched while he continued to curl his tongue over her nipples until all she could think of was pulling him out of his pants and riding him.

“I need—oh my God—Andrew, I need—”

She was impatient. Her hands grasped and tugged at him.

Pulling her hands from him, he held them behind her back in a tight grip. “Look at me.”

She whimpered at the impact his tone had on her. “Do you want to come?” The powerful question was so soft, she almost didn’t hear it over the blaring of the music. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Her breath reeled.

“Then you’re going to do what I tell you or you won’t get anything else from me.” Moaning, she nodded in agreement. “I want to taste your pussy. Lick your cream and roll my tongue around your clit. Now, stand up.” Her legs almost buckled. She kept her hands to her sides. He stood and pointed her toward the chair. “Sit.”

She did as told.

“Good girl. Place your legs over each of the armrests.”

She immediately lifted both legs and draped them over the chair’s sides, leaving her wide open.

“Yes, just like that.” Approval sounded in his voice.

She glanced toward the glass panel. Were others able to see them? She had a crystal-clear view of the people dancing and walking around.

“No, don’t look at the door. They can’t see you. The glass is reflective. Lift your dress and display your wet pussy for me.”

She pulled the material up her legs until it pooled around her waist.

“Good. Now place your hands on the back of the chair and don’t move them from there.”

She reached for and grabbed the upper back of the chair behind her neck.

On his knees in front of her, he trailed his fingers up her thighs, making her shiver. Then he continued his journey until he was fingering her wet pussy over her panties. She threw her head back and moaned. He curled his fingers around the bit of lace and tugged. The fabric came off with a soft tear. Cool air kissed her heated flesh as she sat on display for his view.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Captivated and so aroused, she could come at any moment, she watched his dark head dip into the V of her thighs. His breath fanned over her feverish skin. Her heart stopped when he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked down on her, hard.

She jerked in the seat, a scream rolling out of its own volition. “Oh my God!”

His wicked, raspy tongue twirled and massaged her until she was panting. He parted and penetrated the entrance to her pussy with two fingers, pumping in and out of her in short, fast thrusts. Her hips rolled, and she attempted to ride his hand, pushing her sex closer to his tongue. His flat tongue lapped at the juices dripping from her.

She cursed and gripped the back of the chair as her climax rammed into her. He lashed at her clit while his fingers curled and tickled her G-spot. A scream bubbled and rushed up her throat, past her lips, until his name shot out of her mouth when she came. Her pussy compressed tightly around his fingers. The mind-numbing pleasure crested, and he continued to thrust in and out, drawing out her enjoyment. Aftershocks hit her, one after another, while she tried to catch her breath.

Opening her eyes, she caught him sitting back on his heels, staring at her intently. His face was a mask of control. The unspoken question hung between them. There was no way in hell she wasn’t going to get the full package now.

“Give me a condom.” Hand out, she waited while he looked over her face, searching for what, she didn’t know. Something must have satisfied him, because he pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it over.

“Now, Andrew. Do you want to come?” Her voice was soft, playful.

He lifted his brows and twisted his lips into a quirk, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Because if you do, then you’re going to have to stand and let me get a look at that impressive cock I know you have there.” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “What can I do to please you?”