It doesn’t fucking suit her. That arousing, awed glint flickers away. Cheeks flush scarlet as she glances down the length of her body, stopping at the point where we meet, the exact spot hidden beneath the black fabric of the tee she’s wearing.
I can’t handle the shame heating her cheeks. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. She’s breathtaking, beyond erotic when she prioritizes her own needs. Absolutely spellbinding.
“Hailey.”
She doesn’t look up.
What’s more, she starts sliding off and...fuck. I shouldn’t, but I fill my hands with her hips, holding her in place.
“Eyes, pretty girl. Look at me.”
“Um... I’m sor—”
“Don’tfinish that sentence. Look at me.”
Now she does. The order in my voice isn’t something she’ll willingly disobey.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I dip my fingers in her flesh. “No. Youneedtocome, isn’t that right?” Mimicking the move she made a moment ago, I yank her a few inches closer, a low groan vibrating in my chest at the contact. “You’re so worked up you’re dripping. I can feel how wet you are.” I push her back, my body wound up tight as her pussy crawls across my cock. Her mouth parts on cue, a silentoh. “You can use me, but I want your eyes on mine while you do it.”
“I... I—” she stutters.
She’s not sure what to do, but her body decides for her. She grinds into me, her cheeks red hot.
My.Favorite. View.
“Nash...”
“Don’t think. Ride me, Hailey.”
And she does.
She lets loose, pushing her inhibitions aside as she angles her hips back and forth. Her uncertainty fades fast. She starts slow, then gains momentum in sync with the sweet moans penetrating the otherwise silent room.
Anotheroh, louder, beyond titillating.
“Good?” I question, my heart hammering my chest, my stomach twisting like a wrung-out rag.
“So...oh.So good.”
She tugs the hem of her t-shirt, pinches the fabric between her fingers and it rolls up, then falls, and rolls up again, giving me glimpses of her bare stomach and...
“Fuck,” I growl, eyes where she’s flashing her pussy, bare save for a strip of dark hair. “Where are your panties?”
“I...God... I don’t sleep in my underwear.”
She’s definitely trying to kill me.
I openly stare at the glistening, pink, swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, darkness consuming my mind in a split second.
Not darkness...jealousy.
“Names,” I rasp. “I want the name of every fucker who’s ever seen you this way, Hailey.”
Disheveled, horny, eyes hooded, lips parted... I don’t blink, refusing to miss one detail.
“Why?” she gasps, looking through thick eyelashes.
So I can kill every man who witnessed this. Every man who’s still thinking about her, recalling the awed bliss painting her face. I can’t have some lowlife jerking off to his memories of her.
