Varden

Jesus, she was beautiful. And intriguing. Innocent and earnest, but on another level sophisticated and sexy. She probably hadn’t been with a whole lot of guys. Maybe she’d had an older lover at some point who’d taken his time and taught her how to have some game. He’d probably been very patient, licked her pussy slowly and carefully, and opened her up like a flower—

“G…hello?”

“What? Oh yeah, sorry.” Get with the program, asshole.

I threw an arm around her shoulders. “I have to tell you—” I cut myself off just before calling her Saffi. Jesus, be careful. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

I seriously wanted to kiss those lips. But the goddamn mask...

“Thanks.” She hid her face with a sip of her champagne.

“You are beautiful, B.”

She didn’t look up.

I hooked my finger under her chin to look at her. “You know that, don’t you? That you are fucking beautiful?” My dick had been hard since I rescued her from the asshole bartender. I might as well go for it.

“You know how many times I jacked myself while just thinking of you?”

Holy shit! Those pretty cheeks were turning red now…and I could swear I got a whiff of sweet pussy from under her skirt.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” I said. “But that time on the stairs the other night was hot as hell…” I let go of her face and hung my head. I had to go big since she couldn’t read my expression.

“No need to apologize.” She patted my arm.

“I have an idea. Let’s go to one of the private rooms and get away from the crowd.”

I stood and took her hand to help her up. She smiled modestly.

Damn if she wasn’t nearly my height in her skyscraper heels. Her narrow pencil skirt hugged her hips to perfection, and her halter-top danced over her swinging breasts.

That’s my girl. No bra.

I walked as best I could with my raging hard on, leading her by the hand to a room few knew about—and for which we paid dearly for the privilege.

“Wow. I didn’t know this was back here,” Saffi said.

Varden shut the door behind them. “Not many do.”

The room’s light came on soft, creating a boudoir-like atmosphere. I’d been here a few times before, but Saffi explored the room with an open mouth and wide eyes. She ran her hand over the velvet-flocked wallpaper, and circled to check out the huge, tri-fold mirror in one corner, and the satin settee and lounge chair in the other. She stopped in the center where two chairs clustered around a small table.

I hadn’t played in a room like this in ages, probably because I hadn’t been inspired. But I was now. Even if she was the daughter of my attorney. Something about her…

“You like it?” I asked.

“Like it? It’s amazing. Gorgeous. It even smells nice.”

“Like you.” I reached into a small chest of drawers and pulled out a long strip of silky fabric. Holding the fabric between two hands, I held it up to her. “May I?”

She knit her brow. “Um. I’m not sure what you want to do, but I think I can guess…”

“I’d like to blindfold you. Then I’ll take off my mask and kiss you.”

Her face softened and she moved closer. “Oh! Okay.”

She was killing me with her big grin. I wouldn’t have minded just tearing her clothes off.

Instead, I draped the silk over her eyes, tying its ends behind her head, careful not to catch her glossy hair.

“Comfortable?”

She reached up to adjust it. “Actually, yes.”

I backed her up until her ass was planted on the room’s table. I checked her blindfold one more time, and removed my mask.

Ahhh. Fresh air hit my face and it was heavenly. The mask served its purpose, but it could be a pain in the ass, too.

I leaned toward her to finally feel her lips. And they were as soft and delicious as I knew they’d be.

I brushed my lips against her mouth, as if to warm up, and she relaxed into the sensation with a small moan and shuddering breath. With a hand behind her head, I pressed more firmly and hers parted just enough for to tickle her with my tongue. She leaned into me to increase the pressure and in a moment, I was pressing kisses all over her stunning face, even on the silk that covered her eyes.

I pulled her toward the edge of the table and pushed up her narrow skirt by slowly parting her knees, exploring until I gripped the back of her thighs, and then her juicy ass.

I looked down at her, legs spread wide open, skirt pushed up to hips, and my god, she was wearing no panties. I spread my fingers, still gripping her behind, so that they fell into the crack of her ass cheeks. My fingers crept to the center of her cleft, sliding until they found her growing moisture. Her breath came deep and hard.

With her firmly in my grip, I returned to her mouth, licking, nibbling, teasing. Her knees spread wider and she squirmed against my hands.

“Baby,” he whispered.

She continued grinding. “Yeah?”

“I’m gonna taste your pussy.”

She shivered, her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her top.

I got to my knees, at last face-to-face with her clean-shaven pussy. I’d had my hand down there the other night, and I’d been thinking about burying my face in it since then. She smelled amazing, just like a woman, sexy and turned on.

Her lips were swollen with the excitement of watching people fucking and the knowledge that she was about to get fucked herself. I almost creamed myself right there when a few drops of her cum ran down her pink slit. I ran a finger through it and drew it right into my mouth. She tasted like heaven.

“Fuck, baby. You’re good.”

I wet my finger with her juices again, this time bringing it up to her mouth.

“Open,” I told her.

She greedily sucked, enjoying her own tang and licking her lips like a hungry little animal.

“More,” she murmured.

I smiled, not that she could see it, and my fingers returned to her pussy for more. This time, I paused at her opening. Impatient, she pushed her hips against my hand.

I slipped two fingers in her, making that “come here” motion to get her G spot. And I definitely got hers.

“Oh god. Oh my god. Yes, like that,” she croaked.

With the blindfold on, she reached for anything in front of her, and got a grip on my shirt. She yanked until the buttons burst off.

Christ. Wait till she had my cock in her.

I withdrew my fingers, stood her up, and spun her to face away.

“Bend over,” I commanded, guiding her shoulders down to the table until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle.

There she stood in her high heels, creamy ass hanging out, pussy dripping cum onto the floor.

Holy shit.