Then she bites my chest, sharp enough to make me suck in a breath.
I let a dark grin take over.
“Thank you for reminding me.”
Then I thrust two fingers inside her, swallowing her gasp with a satisfied growl.
She groans and grinds against my hand, her breath hot against my chest as she gasps and moans for me. She’s so wet, so tight. Fucking hell, my dick hurts from not being inside her.
A thought creeps in, unwelcome, intrusive?—
More than I deserve.
But then she mewls against my skin, her nails dragging over my chest, catching, leaving trails of heat behind. I’d happily wear her marks forever.
“You’re holding back. I can handle you. Haven’t I proved it?” Luisa demands.
I let a small, wicked smile slip free.
“Prove it again, little mouse,” I order.
She yanks at my jeans, freeing me, then wraps her fingers around my cock.
But instead of stroking, she just squeezes the head—light, teasing.
Enough teasing to make my muscles lock, to send fire through my veins. Driving me insane.
Pissing me off. I was going to let her come all over my fingers, taste her, make her feel it?—
But she doesn’t get that pleasure now.
I jerk her shorts off, shoving her back when she complains. She stares at me, almost completely naked, her panties half on her hips.
She doesn’t cover her belly.
Good.
That just makes her sexier.
She’s thick in all the right places, her curves fucking perfect—and she owns them.
Gorgeous. Confident. Mine.
Leaning over her, I suck one nipple between my lips, massaging with my teeth, flicking my tongue over the tip, caressing her with my tongue. Her body arches and I groan with her as I keep sucking and licking.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Oh, yes.”
Her fingers tighten around my cock, pulling me closer like she owns it, like she can take it however she wants.
She lifts her hips, inviting, demanding, and as much as I want to make her work for it, I can’t.
Not when she gives me a command like that.
The head of my cock drags over her slit, slick and hot, pushing in just enough to tease—just enough to drive us both insane.
I hold her there, right on the edge.
“Ask for it, Topolina.”
