Sarasota Bride by Talyn Scott

tonight with a man voted the sexiest man alive three years running. She found the courage to study his gorgeous cock. “Hmmm,” she threw a little Marilyn Monroe in her voice, baby whispering, “I’m as up for it as you are.”
    Stellan chuckled beneath his breath as he closed the distance between them. “Beautiful Libby, I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispered, pushing his cock flat against her stomach and molding a hand beneath her ass.
    “Then taste me.”
    “You will remove your clothes.”
    “Yes.” She dropped her eyes to a table nestled against a mirrored wall, studying the erotic toys on display, many unfamiliar to her, but all awaiting Stellan’s masterful hands. Libby brought her trembling fingers to her shoulder straps, tugging down her summer dress. His cock jumped between them, and she wondered if she could take all of it. But wouldn’t it be fun trying?
    She finished removing her dress, and even though she was freaking out, she could sense a quickening in her vagina right before moisture coated her walls.
    “You’re crying out for attention. I can smell your need.” He held out a hand, waiting for her dress. She handed it to him with sweaty palms. Carefully, he placed it on a wall hook and stared at her, his eyes walking up and down her body. “Very nice. Now your bra.”
    Libby swallowed a fresh wave of nervousness. She’d never had hang-ups about sexual relationships, but Stellan Hudson, a man who slept with models and movie stars regularly, had his unwavering attention focused straight on her. She hesitated at the clasp of her strapless pushup bra, mentally coaxing herself, when he shook his head in dismay.
    “What’s the holdup?”
    Her body had never bothered her before…but she’d never been with a rock star. “I don’t have implants,” she muttered stupidly.
    “And you’re assuming I like implants?” Stellan grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. He leaned down, his lips a hairsbreadth from hers. “Did someone tell you that you needed implants?”
    Her stomach clenched again, forming an internal knot of need. “No.”
    He placed his mouth on her throat, inhaling sharply, his firm lips brushing her heated skin when he said, “For your hesitation, I will spank your pussy.”
    Her clitoris pulsated. She flicked the clasp free and he leaned back, watching in rapt fascination as she exposed her slight mounds tipped in pink. The same as with her dress, he opened his hand for her bra. After she handed it over, he hooked it on the wall.
    She stood in her heels and a thong, her vagina clenching before releasing, pulsating in the same rhythm as her clit. And she realized it was a pattern, her heartbeat thundering throughout her body. If he would simply touch her, she would explode.
    
As if reading her mind, Stellan ran his hands over her breasts, flicking his thumbs once over the distended tips. “Perfect for my mouth.” He moved flush against her, threading his cock between her thighs, the heat of his flesh pressing against the thin barrier of the silk. His dick jumped against her as he wrapped the mouth she’d seen croon to millions around her right nipple. Drawing the flesh across his velvet-rough tongue, he spared no mercy. The pleasure-pain hit her like a blast of a thousand needles, all barreling straight to her womb.
    “Oh!” Her head came back, and her thighs started shaking. She lifted her hands, combing her fingers through his long hair, gripping and pulling. He moved to the next nipple, biting and tugging as his hand worried the saliva-soaked nipple he’d left. Toeing apart her feet, he spread her legs and released her breast with an audible pop. He looked down, admiring his obvious mark. She followed his gaze, her eyes blinking in and out of focus. Oh, yeah, that was one hell of a love bruise.
    “When you look in the mirror, you won’t forget.” His hand, so hot and strong, fondled her ass. Stroking the globes, first the left and then the right,