I cried out again as warmth spread out from the center of my stomach and raced through my veins. "Ride it, Alexis. Ride it," he grumbled against my center as I made the mistake of glancing down. He brushed his tongue over my flesh as his eyes met mine and lust seared me. He was going to have me beneath him, screaming for more if I wasn't careful. Why me? Why, of all the women in the room beyond us, did this bastard have to choose me? I was a recovering sex-addict, the type of woman that wanted to behave, but just couldn't seem to deny the delicious promises that lust provided. "So good," he whispered and pulled his fingers from my body, licking them clean and helping me down. "You're not at all who people think you are." I pulled my panties back into place and fixed my skirt before turning toward the mirror and pretending to wipe at my eye makeup. "You’re a wolf in sheep's clothing." "Because I want to fuck a hot woman senseless?" He laughed and moved up behind me, pressing his thick erection to the curve of my ass and gripping my hips tightly.
