When her tongue swipes across her lips, I feel it down to my balls.
“You said you’d help.” I pull on her hair, being rough.
It’s her fault. She makes me lose my goddamn mind. Besides, I don’t think she hates the pain. In fact, that moan that just came out of her? Sounds to me like she’s into being handled. By me.
Only ever me.
“I did.” Her breathy voice will be my undoing.
Somehow, I push the next words out, gritting each one. “Helping me, Skylar, means letting me fuck your pretty throat. Are you going to do it? Hmm?”
The need to ram into her throat isn’t something I’ve learned or seen anywhere. It’s primal, a savage urge coiled at the base of my spine.
“Yes,” she whispers, lashes fluttering like she can’t believe how badly she wants it too.
None of my dreams of leaving Colbert compares to this.
To her goddamn offering.
“Then do it,” I order. “Take me out.”
She’s shaking, but she doesn’t hesitate, tugging my cock out of my boxers.
I throb in her hand the second she releases me, my cock heavy, leaking.
Wanting her.
“Fuck. Wait here.” A growl rips out of me when I remember I came in my boxers earlier.
No way am I letting her lips touch me when I’m filthy. From the table, I snatch a fresh towel, soak it, and drag it over my length to clean myself up.
When I turn back, she lets out a shaky exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath the entire time I was gone.
Relief flickers in her eyes. Desire must be written all over my face when I look at her.
She waits for me, her hand still curled in the air like she’s fisting my cock.
I go to her, and my obedient girl takes me again in her palm like she was meant to. These delicate fingers, that soft skin. Her innocence—mine.
“Good girl,” I grit out.
“I—” Her fingers squeeze, then loosen, like she can’t decide if she’s brave or unsure. That sliver of doubt makes me jump in her tiny palm. “I didn’t do anything.”
The fuck she didn’t. Her gentle touch, that tentative squeeze…
The way shelooksat me.
Not to mention I’m massive next to her small mouth. Her tiny hand.
I could break her.
Yet she lets me pull her toward my cock, my hand wrapped around hers as I guide her grip up and down my length.
Every stroke darkens her eyes. I can’t get enough of it. The way she looks at me like nothing else exists.
Not her sister. Not her parents.
Only me.
