Masquerade (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1) by Victoria Vale

the heavy sac bulging with unspent seed below his cock.
    “Christ, Maggie!” he bellowed. “Yes, touch me there. That’s good. Goddamn it, that’s good.”
    His legs trembled, his chest heaving as he gasped and groaned. His thrusts became frenzied, his grip on her hair almost painful as he plunged and withdrew. She matched his pace, her fingers caressing his balls and further heightening his ecstasy.
    “I’m about to come Maggie,” he groaned, releasing her hair and gripping her shoulders to push her away.
    Grasping his hips, she brought her hands around to his firm buttocks and held fast, refusing to let go. She wanted to experience him in every way possible, including the taste of him filling her and running down her throat. Continuing in her erotic ministrations, she clung to him, her fingers digging into the flesh of his backside, which flexed as he thrust into her mouth one last time and spent.
    He groaned, gritting his teeth as his completion tore through him and streamed into her mouth in hot spurts. He tasted salty and slightly sweet, a wild and heady flavor that struck her as primal and inherently male. She’d never tasted another man before, but knew he was the only one who could taste like this.
    Camden sighed, resting his hand against the back of her chair as he withdrew from her mouth.
    Margaret stared up at him expectantly, watching as he seemed to gather his bearings.
    “Bloody hell,” he murmured, reaching for her hand and bringing her to her feet.
    She giggled as he pulled her up against his body, his palms pressing against the curves of her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh and holding her tight against him. “Was that a good ‘bloody hell’?”
    “If it had been any better, I’d be dead,” he said with a little laugh of disbelief. “In the time since we were last together, I’ve often thought about what it would be like to have those pretty little lips wrapped around me. My imagination couldn’t conjure anything half so good.”
    She couldn’t help her wide grin as pride filled her. All her dreams of him had consisted of her being overcome and overwhelmed by his prowess as he mastered her. Yet, she had been the master for this encounter. Knowing that perhaps she held as much power as he, if not more, filled her with a feeling she could not put a name to. Euphoria. Pride. Exhilaration. Perhaps a bit of all three.
    Camden’s fingers began working at the back of her dress, slipping the tiny buttons free and exposing her back bit by bit. He kissed his way from her lips to her neck, where his tongue began to explore in slow circles, tracing a path toward the sagging neckline of her bodice.
    “Christ above, woman,” he grunted as he nuzzled her breasts. “Are you naked beneath this gown?”
    She laughed, feeling delightfully wicked and wanton as he parted her dress to discover bare skin beneath it.
    “You told me that I could be myself with you, Camden,” she purred. “I felt a bit naughty while dressing to come meet you. I hardly thought I’d need a corset and drawers for our little tête-à-tête.”
    He grasped the gown’s sleeves and pulled them from her shoulders, baring her breasts and belly, then hips and legs as the garment pooled around her feet.
    “You have not failed to amaze me since the night I met you, Maggie.”
    “Neither have you,” she said, her voice melting into a breathless sigh as his lips closed around one of her nipples.
    “I do not intend to start now,” he murmured, lifting her and carrying her toward the bed. “Reach into the drawer and grasp a sheath for me, darling,” he added as he deposited her on the bed.
    She rolled onto her stomach, crawling across the massive bed toward the bedside table where he stored his condoms. She’d only just found one when his strong hands grasped her hips from behind. His tongue between her thighs caught her by surprise, causing her to fall against the pillows resting on the headboard as he gripped her