The Jewel of His Collection by Fae Mallory Page B

Noticing her admiring gaze, he grinned and leaned back to give her a better view, his broad shoulders flexing as his flat, brown nipples pebbled in the gallery’s cool air.
    “Now you,” he ordered, and Violet’s hand immediately went to the clasp of her bra, heedless of her own insecurities. Ian knew what she looked like, and he was willing to have sex with her anyway. There was no point in being modest now. He licked his lips as she tossed her bra aside, gravity pulling her heavy breasts to either side until she propped herself up on her elbows to keep everything together.
    “All of it,” he insisted, his voice low and deep. Responding to the gravelly note in his voice, Violet yanked her panties off, adding them to the growing pile of clothing in the middle of the floor.
    “That’s my good girl,” he praised. Ian’s gaze trailed over her like a caress, and Violet moaned as her body arched helplessly. Her breasts were akimbo, her body heaving and jiggling, and none of that mattered because Ian was going to make love to her.
    “Touch yourself.” Violet jolted at the command, her mouth working soundlessly as reality collided with her fantasy. Touching herself in front of an imaginary Ian was one thing, but her self-consciousness flared to life at the thought of shamelessly pleasuring herself in front of the man himself. “Do it, Violet. Let me see you.”
    Violet’s lust warred with her embarrassment and won. Helpless to deny Ian anything he wanted, she splayed her hands over her breasts and squeezed, arching into her own touch with a choked cry. Doing this alone in her bedroom was pleasant, but with Ian watching her, the sensations were almost unbearably intense. She plucked at her nipples, proud of the way they flushed and beaded. Her body was unimpressive, but surely he could have no complaints about her breasts.
    “Oh, yes, sweetheart,” Ian murmured. When Violet looked up at him, she nearly bit through her lower lip at the sight of him kneeling beside her, his eyes dark and glittering as he cupped his cock through his jeans. She was arousing him, and that knowledge gave her the confidence to go further.
    Spreading her legs wantonly, Violet reached down to trace her fingers through her folds, shocked by how slick she was. She was wetter than she’d ever been, and Ian hadn’t even touched her yet. Her hips rocked, begging for more, and she slid her fingers deeper, relishing Ian’s growl.
    “I knew it. I knew you’d be like this,” he muttered as he tore at his belt and the fly of his jeans, shoving them halfway down his legs. Violet’s eyes went wide at the sight of his flushed cock curving almost angrily against his stomach. Neither of her previous lovers could compare to his size, and for an instant she felt a flicker of fear.
    Ian smirked as he caught her looking. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, giving his cock a few strokes.
    Violet could only stare wordlessly, so he took hold of her wrist and lifted her hand to his mouth, sucking on her slick fingers. “Oh, yes, you are,” he muttered. “God, you’re sweet. I’m going to eat you up. Later.”
    With his jeans around his knees, Ian should have looked ridiculous, but his hungry expression wiped any thought of laughter from Violet’s mind. She moaned as he moved to cover her with his body, bracing himself on one elbow as he took himself in hand. “Yes,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around his, the denim rough against her skin.
    Warm lips brushed against hers, and then he was pushing against her. Violet cried out at the first penetration, her channel clenching greedily around him as he eased the head inside. “Relax, sweetheart. Just relax and let me in,” he crooned.
    She moaned as he pushed deeper, her body struggling to accommodate his girth. “Come on, Violet,” he coaxed, his dark hair coming free from its low ponytail to tangle around his face. “Just let me in, sweetheart.”
    “I’m trying,” she whimpered, taking a deep