Page 88 of Shattered Veil

“Balor,” she cries out, feeling my hard cock.

I’m fucking desperate for her, but I step back.

“Turn around,” I command.

She spins, breathy moans falling from her lips.

“Hands on the back of the door,” I growl and skate her dress zipper down.

Inches of tawny skin come into my vision, and memories of how she made me feel in L.A. wreck me. But it tastes sweet because I get a do-over with her.

“No bra?”

“It’s a tight dress.”

“Yes, it is. It fits you like a second skin.” I lower the fabric, shimmying it past her hips and my chest tightens at the tiny black lace thong hugging her hips and flossing her ass.

I crouch, following the fabric until her gorgeous ass is in my face.

“Balor,” she moans.

“Step out of the dress, hands stay on the door.”

Gently, she kicks the gown away.

On a whimper, she says, “Balor, I want to tell you something.”

I freeze and run my hands along every silky inch of her spine. “Turn around.”

She boldly faces me, standing there topless with bouncy, full breasts, and pink nipples that I take into my mouth. “You’re making this hard for me, Balor.”

“Hard? This is hard for you?” I bring her hand to my swollen groin.

“I’m serious.” Her tone snaps my attention.

“What do you have to tell me?”

“That night in the hotel... When you took off the condom.”

My stomach clenches. “Talk to me.”

“I wasn’t on birth control. I should have told you no or told you I wasn’t on anything. I went to the doctor a few days later, and I’m on the pill now.” She lowers her head.

I lift her chin to look into her eyes. “Thank you for telling me. I was wrong to pressure you. I just couldn’t... I needed to feel you.”

“And now you can. I haven’t been with anyone else, Balor.”

“Neither have I. If you’re okay with it, I don’t want to use anything with you.” I lean in. “Ever.”

“Ever,” she repeats, her voice cracking.

“Now that we’ve settled that. Get your ass in my bed.” I grab the two fleshy halves of her plump butt that have been teasing me for weeks.

She sashays past me, topless in a thong and high heels.

Admittedly, my escorts have done this, and it meant nothing. I was paying them.

Ella is here because she wants to be here.