Masquerade (Scandalous Ballroom Encounters Book 1) by Victoria Vale Page A

cheeks and spread them. He lapped at her, his tongue teasing her distended clitoris, slick inner folds, and the opening of her channel. His lips claimed her pearl, suckling gently while his tongue circled it, drawing a sharp cry from deep within her chest.
    She swayed against him, her hips moving in an instinctive rhythm to match the strokes of his tongue. Planting her hands against the headboard, she spread her legs wider, arching her back to allow him better access. He moaned, his tongue never ceasing its exquisite torture. The pressure building between her legs and low in her belly swelled and grew, becoming unbearable. She reached down, her fingers encountering her wet folds as she stroked herself in a way that sent shivers down her spine.
    Camden, who had turned his attention to tonguing her slick entrance, took her hand and moved it away.
    “Such a naughty girl,” he purred, his breath warm and teasing against her wet mons.
    She gasped as his palm connected with her left buttock, the impact echoing through the room with a resounding slap. He soothed it with a few gentle caresses, his touch cooling against her flaming skin. She bit her lower lip and whimpered as her arousal made itself evident by dripping from her core and trickling down her thigh. He bent his head to lick it away, tracing its path back up to her cunt, where he suckled her throbbing bud once more, sending a jolt of electrifying pleasure through her entire body. She cried out, her fingernails scraping the wooden headboard as she teetered on the edge of release.
    “You’ve been so bad, Maggie,” he whispered, placing a kiss where he’d spanked her. “Haven’t you?”
    She shuddered, wiggling her hips against the searching fingers delving between her cheeks and sliding toward her waiting opening.
    “Have I?” she teased.
    Another slap, this time to the right cheek, caused her to clutch the bed even harder as stars danced behind her eyes. His palm soothed the sting away as before, his fingers kneading her pliant flesh.
    “You know very well how bad you’ve been. Sneaking away in the dead of night with a known rake. Dressing in such a thin gown without undergarments. Sucking my cock like a tavern doxy.”
    “Yes,” she cried, satisfaction filling her as two of his fingers slid into her aching core. He stroked her slowly, pulling another low moan from her. “I am a doxy. Your doxy.”
    “Are you mine?” he murmured, leaning over to place a kiss at the base of her spine. His lips trailed upward, skimming between her shoulder blades and to the nape of her neck. “Mine alone?”
    His fingers quickened inside of her, teasing her toward a higher plane of pleasure. She gasped, moving her hips against him and straining toward an ending just beyond her reach.
    “Yes, Camden!” she cried as he found a particularly sensitive spot just within her inner walls. “I am yours!”
    Grunting in satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers. She gasped in protest, swaying back toward him. He pressed one hand to the small of her back, commanding her without words to remain on her hands and knees. She obeyed, her lips parted as breathless anticipation filled her. Her arms and legs trembled, but she remained in the position he’d placed her in, legs parted and all her secret places bared to his view.
    She trembled when he took her hips in his hands and pressed the head of his cock to her entrance. He’d grown rock hard again, solid and hot against her. She wiggled a bit, taking in the first few inches of him, moaning in pleasure at the friction of him against her insides.
    He gave her the rest, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her, seating himself as deep inside her as possible. She rocked against him and he thrust into her, his hips pounding against her backside as they found a rapid and frenzied rhythm. His strokes vibrated through her, their impact seeming to touch the far reaches of her body until she could feel him in every crevice.
    “Ah,