In one swift move, I drag her up to her knees.
In front of her, I tower over her frame. She eyes me with eyes glazed over with lust that pushes me over the edge. I tug at my shirt, and she licks her lips, her palm pressed on the bulge behind my jeans.
“Unzip me and then take my cock out.” My voice sounds strained, just like I feel.
“And then what?” she rasps.
I grip her chin. “You’re going to take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours until you choke and slobber all over it.”
A shiver rocks her, and she tears at my zipper, pushing down my boxers and jeans in one go.
She licks every ridge of my torso, nibbling on the skin.
“Stop teasing me.” I can’t barely control myself as it is.
She smiles against my happy trail as she goes south, loving to drive me wild.
With my cock in her face, she sticks her tongue out, licking the bead of pre-cum. Her mouth closes around the head, her tongue lapping at my slit, and she moans. That sound of her enjoying what she does to me almost knocks me down.
I fist my hand in her hair, tugging her head back. “You know what happens with bad girls that keep teasing?”
She pops my cock out, looking at me with innocent doe eyes. “What?”
“They get fucked. Hard.”
It takes everything in me not to come because I still have a gift to unwrap.
My muscles constrict, the release simmering at the back of my marrow. With inhuman force, I pull out. Stumbling back, I watch her puffy lips and flushed face.
Her dilated pupils and rapid respiration kick me into action. I scoop her up, carrying her to our bedroom, and place her on the bed.
My fingers shake, and sheer need blinds me as I try to prolong this moment.
Savoring undressing her, the bra falls to the floor, and I bend to suck on her pretty nipples. She moans, arching her back, wanting more—my greedy girl.
I will give her everything—all the pleasure, all the orgasms, all the love.
I move between her legs, watching my world opening for me. In my universe, nothing but her exists and the need to love her.
Her chest pants with a labored breath. “Who’s teasing whom now?”
“Patience is a virtue, flower girl.”
“And something we both are lacking,” she adds, pulling a chuckle out of me.
I peel her thong off, gliding my palms over her smooth legs and digging my fingers into her waist.
“Have you any idea how beautiful you are?” I rasp.
“I have an idea because you look at me as if I am everything you see,” she moans, eyes glistening.
“Facts. What you do to me,” I say, voice thick with emotions.
I guide my cock to her entrance. With one hard push, I bottom out, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment at the exquisite pleasure.
I am at home only when I am with her, in her. It’s not enough just having her close, I need to feel her from the inside out.
THIRTY-THREE
