Just One Night (Le Débauché Club) Read Online Free

strained against his trousers. God, he ached to be inside her. But he couldn’t do so yet. She still had one ball remaining in that tight cunt of hers, stubborn minx. She’d let go of it though, if it was the last thing he did. After all, he truly wasn’t the most patient of men, and he’d never promised to play fair.
    He gripped her waist hard, possessively with one hand while the other dipped between her legs. He brushed his finger over her clitoris and relished the feminine whimper that seemed wrenched from her soul as the fourth and final ball dropped from her cunt. He caught in his hand it before it hit the counterpane. “Finally,” he remarked. “You held onto these much longer than I anticipated you would.”  He slid the last ball against her anal opening, knowing her ass would swallow it like it had the others, but still he ached to see it. He pressed the ball inside her opening, followed by his finger to make certain all four were well seated within her.
    Damn it all, he was more aroused than he’d been in quite a while, maybe ever.  He brought his firm hand down on her ass once more, making her gasp and lurch a bit forward. “Don’t let those drop, Emma. Keep your ass tight.”
    She nodded dutifully.
    “Good girl,” he praised. “Now roll onto your back, and open your legs for me.”
    She followed his instructions like a devoted little pupil hoping to please her master, dropping to her side and then rolling onto her back. She met his gaze and the muscles in her throat constricted as she swallowed. James’ cock throbbed anew.
    Emma opened her legs , as he’d directed. She’d bent her legs at the knees, an invitation to be taken if he’d ever seen one. Dark blond curls, damp from her own desire, hardly shielded her from his view. And the memory of her holding her cunt open for him as he first inserted those balls inside her flashed in his mind, and he barely managed not to groan. But he wanted to enjoy every last second of this, wanted to stretch it out as long as it would last, remember every moment forever.
    He slowly slid his final trouser button through its hole, and his erection jutted free from the opening.  Emma’s green eyes widened at the sight of him, which only made him pulse more painfully with need.
    “Touch yourself, Emma. Like I just touched you.” He was playing a dangerous game, but watching her in the carriage, her slender fingers holding herself wide for him had been the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
    “Touch myself? ”
    He kicked off one boot as he nodded. “Mmm. Stroke that little nub of yours.” She was already soaking the counterpane beneath her, but he couldn’t help it. He had to watch her, he had to see her fondling herself upon his command.
    Her delicate hand trailed to her opening. She sucked in a breath as she circled her clitoris with her fingertip.  Then she released the breath she held to ask, “Like this?”
    Exactly like that. God, he couldn’t wait to pound into her.  “Don’t stop until I say you can.” James kicked off his second boot; his eyes never strayed from the motion of Emma’s fingers and her dripping cunt.
    Slowly, he slid his trousers from his legs and then took his cock in his hand. He stroked himself, reveling in each catch of her breath, each whimper that escaped her, each drop of desire that pooled beneath her.
    He climbed onto the bed, and spread her legs further apart with his hands. Her fingers stilled with his closeness. James shook his head and tsked. “Emma love, I said not to stop until I said so. Do you want me to punish you again?”
    She shook her head against the pi llow, dislodging the domino that shielded her face from his view. Perfect. He wanted to see her lovely face anyway. He leaned forward, hovering over her, and tossed her domino to the floor. “So beautiful,” he muttered before pressing a kiss to her warm and pliant lips.
    “James,” she sighed, with that same breathy sound she’d used in his