His free hand moves up my back, and then my bra’s gone too, unhooked so the cups fall off and the straps slide down my arms.
He shifts twice, and I’m standing in this kitchen grinding my clit against Theo’s erection in nothing but my panties and strappy sandals.
There’s no time to get self-conscious though.
Not when he pinches my nipple and makes me cry out in sheer thrilling pleasure.
“Again,” I gasp.
He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger.
My hips thrust out of control against his thick length.
“Touch my cock,” he orders.
I don’t think. Don’t hesitate.
I just shove his pants down, reach between us, and grip the hot, silky skin of his erection.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses. “Stroke me, Laney.”
I grip him harder and stroke him root to tip, brushing the bead of moisture at the tip of his length around his head.
“Good girl.” His voice is strangled.
And his words piss me off. So I squeeze his dick harder.
He sucks in a breath that I feel deep in my core.
Probably because I want to know what it feels like deep in my core when his cock surges like that.
Holyhell. I like his penis.
I like his penisa lot.
“I amnota good girl,” I force out.
“You are such a good girl.”
“I am—ooh god.”
I am not a good girl.
I’m arching into his touch, because Theo’s pushed my panties aside and thrust two fingers up inside me, and he’s also playing with my clit, andoh my god oh my god oh my god, this feels—
Not good.
Not evenbetter.
This is pure, raw, carnalheaven.
I drop his penis and grip his shoulders instead, my hips jerking while I bury my face in his neck and breathe in the raw, musky scent of him. “Don’t stop,” I choke out while need spirals higher and tighter inside of me with every thrust of his fingers and every swirl of his thumb around my clit.
Oh god.
Oh god.
“I want you to sit on my face and I want to eat you until you scream my name and then I want to bury my cock so deep inside your pussy you’ll never be able to walk again,” he breathes in my ear. “I want to fuck you in this kitchen. On the beach. In a goddamn broom closet at your fancy-ass office. I want you to never look at a cookie again without knowing I give you the best damn cookies of your life.”
