Beautiful Beast (Gypsy Heroes #3)(53)

The look on his face, the lust in his eyes, is priceless.

Very slowly and still gyrating, I let the shirt fall farther still, until it is skimming the top of my bottom. I play with the material seductively before dropping it lower still. Right on the fleshiest part, I rub the material in a sawing motion. Then slowly I drop it further until my entire ass is exposed. I quickly unbutton the shirt and slip it completely off. Holding it at arm’s-length away, I allow it to dangle on one finger before letting it drop to the floor.


I gyrate the top half of my body in a large circle, like the belly dancers in France, so that all my hair falls forward and covers my breasts. Then I turn around and shimmy my hips as I walk towards him.

I put one leg on the sofa arm and immediately his eyes move to my *. He can see that the crotch of my panties is soaking wet. I put my hands around my neck and lift my hair so that my breasts are on display. The tips are hard and ready. Then I let my hair fall back into place again.

The heavy breathing noises of simulated sex start on the track.

I lick my glossed lips and he crooks a finger at me.

Instead of going to him, I make a pointing hand and slowly shake my finger at him while smiling regretfully.

He laughs, a deep sexy sound.

Lowering my hands, I begin caressing myself. Running them over my neck, circling my bare breasts, cupping the soft mounds of my bosom, and massaging them while my head is thrown back. I feel the ache in my nipples and rub my fingers lightly over the hardened swollen buds.

A sigh of pleasure escapes my mouth.

My hand roams lower and lower until it reaches the top of my panties. I linger tantalizingly before slowly letting my fingers slip behind the elastic. I look up to see his reaction. His gaze is transfixed on my fingers and he has a massive hard on. I move my finger in a circular motion. My breath hitches and becomes uneven.

‘Aaaa …’ I gasp.

I move to the coffee table and sit perkily on it. I am only three feet away from him. I place both hands on my knees, and I draw them up and spread them so he can see just how wet the material of my panties are. Leaving my legs suspended open, I lean back on one hand while the other slips over the crotch of my panties.

‘Oooo …’ I coo, my voice as breathy as Jane Birkin’s.

Hooking a finger into the side, I push the material out of the way and expose the glistening pink folds beneath. I let my clit protrude for a whole three seconds, or at least until his gaze comes up to meet mine. His eyes are dark with lust. There never was anything for me to worry about. He really, really, really still wants me.

He pushes forward suddenly and, grabbing my arm, pulls me forward, and with hair flying and legs flailing, I tumble into his arms. My cap slides down and falls in my lap.

‘Hey,’ I protest. ‘I’m not finished.’

‘Sorry. Time’s up. I can’t wait anymore,’ he says, his right hand ripping my panties.

He steps out of his pants and pulls his briefs off in a hurry. He lowers his head onto the couch and, holding me by the waist, lifts me up and over his face. He maneuvers my crotch over his mouth and slowly lowers my wet * over his extended waiting tongue. The hot, velvety tongue penetrates my flesh, and I cry out with pleasure and squirm. Holding me tight, he pumps in and out of me a few times.

‘Oh, mon amour,’ Jane Birkin whispers and sighs.

Ah, the pleasure. My head rolls back with how good a tongue f*ck feels. I have never had one. His tongue probes every inch of my *. Then he moves me back a little and licks my clit. I place both my palms over his head and just close my eyes, enjoying the erotic sensation. I moan deliriously when he clamps his mouth around my clit and sucks it until my muscles start contracting.

I explode in a terrific rush. As I climax, he moves me again and fills my * with his tongue and I come hard on it.

‘Oh my God,’ I breathe, as he carries on slurping at my dripping *.

He wraps his hands around my ribcage and starts to move my body down his. I realize that he is about to lower me onto his cock.

‘We need a condom,’ I whisper urgently.

He stills, his expression unreadable, then nods and, putting me aside, goes to get one. When he comes back he rolls it onto his shaft and looks at me.

‘Open your legs and show me again,’ he says.

I obey and he inserts a finger into it. Instantly, my muscles clench around it. He takes his finger out and holds it in front of my mouth.

‘Suck it,’ he says.

I open my mouth and suck his fingers, tasting the musky sweetness of my own juices. He sits down and, putting his hands around my waist, lifts me onto his lap. He lets my body hover over his cock. I hold it steady and he lowers me onto it. Slowly he travels deeper and deeper into my body.

‘You belong to me now,’ he says harshly. ‘I’m going so deep into your body that you’ll never even be able to think of another man inside you.’

And he does. He goes so deep I never thought anyone could go that far. My body breaks out in goose pimples and I move restlessly, lifting myself away from the relentless impaling, but he tightens his hold on my body and, keeping me tightly in place, carries on pushing me down onto his massive shaft.

‘That’s enough now,’ I groan.


‘No, you can take more,’ he insists. ‘Suck me in.’

So I let him go deeper and deeper into me until I can bear it no more and I cry out.