Gloria's Secret by Nelle L'Amour Page A

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    Jaime gazed at me reverently. “You look more beautiful in these works of art than I ever imagined.”
    My brows rose to my forehead. “You bought them for me?” I asked, finding my voice.
    He let out a light, sexy laugh. “No, I bought them for me to look at on you.”
    Semantics. A chill ran down my spine in anticipation of what was next.
    “Turn around.”
    I pivoted on my heels and could feel his eyes on my very exposed ass.
    “Beautiful. Now come over here. I think my dinner is ready.”
    Hesitantly, I stepped into him. In my stilettos, we were eye to eye. Chest to chest. Organ to organ.
    His eyes bore into mine. “You’re so fucking edible. I bet you’re going to taste so good.”
    Edible…Taste?
    In one smooth move, he yanked down the thong to my ankles and dropped to his knees. He gazed up at me with his hungry eyes.
    “Spread your legs,” he ordered.
    They just shifted apart as though I was contractually obliged. In a breath, my buttock cheeks were cupped in his hands, and his mouth was buried in my pussy, sucking and nibbling at my tender flesh.
    Why the hell am I letting him do this ? What’s the matter with me?
    “You’re so fucking delicious,” he moaned. “And so moist.”
    His hot, velvety tongue swept across the folds of my cleft. “Mmmm. And so sweet.” Stroking and licking, he was clearly enjoying his dinner.
    I had the answer to my questions. I was enjoying it too. Okay. That was an understatement. I was in a state of rapture. The movements of his aerobic tongue were sending a heat wave through my body. I squeezed my eyes and stifled the moans that were begging to be released. It took all the willpower I could muster not to squirm. Control yourself, Gloria!
    And then his tongue stayed in one place—my clit. He alternately flicked it with the tip and rolled circles around it. My body quivered as overwhelming pleasure flooded my brain. I bit down on my lip to quell the sounds clogging my throat.
    Still working my nub furiously, he shoved his fingers into my hole. I jolted. There must have been two of them inside, judging by the fullness. They felt divine! He slid them up and down my passage, bringing a new level of erotic pleasure to my being. All the while, his tongue stayed focused on my clit.
    Control was no longer an option. I was totally losing it. Whimpers escaped my throat; sweat escaped my pores. Writhing against him in my stilettos, I clung to his shoulders for support as the insufferable throbbing between my legs threatened to undo me. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure if I could hold on any longer. He was driving me to the point of no return. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God .
    “Fall apart for me now, Gloria.” As he breathed my name, I exploded on command with a ragged scream. Shudders deep inside me competed with the wet bundle of shuddering nerves between my legs. I thought I might pass out.
    He gripped my hips to steady me and then flicked my clit one last time, sending yet another orgasm to my sex. Oh, what this man could do to me!
    He finally pulled away and gazed up at me. With sexy half-moon eyes, he lifted the three, yes three, deft fingers that had been inside me to his lush mouth and sucked them. He lowered them and licked his lips.
    “Ah Gloria, you are like fine caviar. I hope you enjoyed your dinner as much as I enjoyed mine. Would you like dessert?” he asked before pulling up the diamond-studded thong and rising to his feet.
    I didn’t think I could handle dessert, whatever that was. When I glimpsed the bulge, now bigger, beneath his sweats, I had an idea. “I’ll pass,” I said breathlessly.
    “Oh, do you feel sated?” I could tell his eyes were hungering for more.
    “Yes,” I stammered. Very . “I need to go to sleep.” Shaking, I collected my clothes that were strewn on the floor.
    He smirked at me. “ My brassiere and thong, please.”
    “Right.” Before I could get make a move, he one-handedly unhooked the bra and slipped it off.