SWALLOW HARD

Dedan.

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Being a VIP member, I’m allowed to book a private room and pick whoever is available from the list of people to fuck.

Nicknames are usually used on the list because the club members are influential. It’s also why wearing a mask is compulsory.

I had just changed into a silk dressing robe and oiled my hair with lavender oil. Now I’m sitting on the bed, scrolling through my phone to pick a fuck partner.

However, a notification pops in, saying that I’ve been chosen by a certain ‘Redbeanpie’. Still, having sex with this person depends entirely on whether I accept the request or not, so I chose to verify a meeting first.

The person arrives in a few minutes. He’s sporting a long, black coat alone. From the coat’s V-neck, I see an obviously seductive chest with sprinkles of hair.

As he advances, I stare at him through my lashes.

The space between us thins the closer he gets until he reaches the bed and climbs into it, leaving only an inch of distance.

“Hello,” he mumbles. His voice is smooth and has depth, but it’s also a bit familiar.

“Hi,” I whisper with a smile. Then I part my legs on instinct, an action inviting him to get between them.

He doesn’t waste time accepting the invitation, as he slides his hand from my feet up over my leg and thigh, leaning closer, his face targeting mine.

The moment he kisses me, a hunger spreading through his tongue consumes me, and I find myself ravaging for more, grasping his face to pull him closer till he reaches a limit.

His other hand joins in the fun of exploring my body, and I can tell he’s good at touching, especially because both hands are padded with soft and smooth flesh, gliding along the skin and rattling a severe thirst in me.

His tongue is as flexible as fuck in my mouth: wet, sloppy, and tasting like rich grape wine that has been buried for ages.

It’s smart of him to have brought the drink in his mouth instead of in a glass. It would have been long ignored.

“Do you mind if I have my finger in your pussy?” he asks against my lips.

I shake my head with a gasp, “No…”

It doesn’t take long before I feel his fingers crawl under my belly, passing over my v-line until two fingers slide through my folds and trap my clit between them.

I thrust my hip up in a desperate move to control the situation, but this man has me under his control, as he instantly pulls his fingers away the moment I do so.

“When I offer your pleasure to you, you take it,” he whispers against my lips again. “And I’m not offering now.”

“Fuck…” I say while nodding rapidly. “Please… do it again. I’m sorry…”

The man does anything but what I asked. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, and all I see is a pair of bright blue orbs staring at me.

Then he snaps his fingers, which is trailed by dimming light, until there’s nothing but darkness.

“I want you to use your senses now—feel, listen, and smell,” he whispers, his breath fanning my face.

Sitting up, those words leave me in anticipation of his next action, my breathing heard over the muffled music coming from the lobby.

I know he’s retreating when the intensity of his scent reduces and the spot that once sank in the bed rises.

I can hear him moving, but I can’t tell what he’s doing.

Even as he starts shifting from one spot to the other, I still can’t decipher what he wants to do… until one of his hands tangles in my hair from behind and tilts my back.

His scent draws near, his hot breath on my neck spreading warmth from beneath my chin to my clavicle.

However, that warmth soon mingles with a slight chill as his soft and cold lips touch my throat.

He kisses it lightly, growling, “You feel so subtle, baby girl. Now, swallow hard.”

I gulp down nothing in obedience without thinking twice, and I only get to understand why he asked me to do that when he licks my larynx as it bobs up and down, making me shiver from the tingling that spreads through my skin.

But, unfortunately, he disappears again.