Brushing a stray hair out of her face, I trace down her jaw. “If you pull your hands out, I won’t fuck you …”
Her lips fall apart, her pupils dilating even more. “Fine.”
I chuckle, pushing up from the bed, and shove my pants down. My dick springs free, and her eyes immediately find it, tracing every vein with her heated gaze.
My cock bobs in the air, as if her stare is a physical caress. A shudder runs through me, tingling at the base of my spine.
Wrapping my hand around the length, I pump it once, twice, rolling my head back as I revel in the otherworldly sensation.
When I look back down, I find Serena staring up at me, her tongue sticking out and begging to taste me.
Fucking hell.
I can’t slide into her mouth, no matter how badly I want to fuck her throat. If she so much as flicks her tongue across my tip, I’m going to explode.
Right now, there’s only one thing I want to do.
I flatten my hands on her thighs, pushing them as far apart as they can go. My gaze flicks up at her as I bunch the fabric between my fingers, readying to rip the leggings in two.
She figures out what I’m going to do, but even as her face twists with panic, I do it anyway.
“Bates, wait, no. I just got this pai—hmm.” She grunts in frustration, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room. Annoyed and agitated, she flattens her lips into a thin line, but she manages to remain still, her hands secured beneath her ass.
“Wow. I’m impressed,” I mutter with a smile. “No snarky comments or anything.”
Her lips twitch, and I chuckle, knowing she has plenty she wants to say. Her sweet aroma invades me as I lower my head, running my nose up her center.
“Fucking hell, you smell so good,” I growl, grabbing on to the delicate red lace. “These are so cute.”
She senses my intention far too late because I’m already shredding the lace, tearing it apart and exposing her pulsing pink pussy.
“Bates!” she scolds me again, but I just laugh.
Trying to calm herself down, rein in her anger, she inhales deeply, exhaling slowly.
Does she not remember taunting me just a few minutes ago? This is what she wanted. Maybe notthisexactly, but this side of me.
“What the hell am I going to wear when I leave?”
I scoff, pressing a kiss into the seam of her thigh. “Who says you’re ever leaving?”
Another smart remark starts forming on her lips, but I cut her off, plunging my tongue into her soaking center.
“Ahh!” she cries out as I devour her shamelessly, sucking, licking, and nibbling.
I can’t get enough.
Suddenly, her fingers thread through my hair, and it takes everything in me to pull away from her pussy, enforcing the rule I set minutes ago. A grin breaks across my lips, and I meet her widened eyes, realization of what she's done dawning on her.
Desperation takes over her body. The pout of her lips. The upturn of her blue gaze. She’s surrendering, hands in the air.
I sigh, pushing myself up without looking her way. “Such a shame you couldn’t keep your hands in place.”
“Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait!” she begs, sitting up.
“Turn around,” I say sorrowfully, as if I don’t have a plan, as if this hasn’t been part of it all along.
I knew damn well she wouldn’t be able to behave; it’s not in her damn brat DNA.
