“You’re beautiful,” he growls so low it’s barely audible. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Then touch me.” I swallow and take another step forward.
“You know I want to.” His voice is ragged as his dark gaze runs over me in the shadows, as though he’s fighting a war I can’t see. Knights, horses, and dragons with fire, all sparring with impulse and fear.
I should be sympathetic. I’m not making it easy. If anything, I’m yanking at the chains of restraint, high off the tease, desperate for him to fall.
I take another step forward, my blood nearly a boil. “We don’t need to have sex… but can you touch me?” There’s an inadvertent whine in my voice as I say, “I need to feel your rough hands.”
His cock presses more firmly against his zipper. “You don’t know what you’re starting, angel.”
I reach for his hand, noticing its heavy weight as I rub my thumb over his calloused palm and land it against my breast.
He holds it there for a second, his gaze heavy on mine, before a growl and a shudder pass through him. His rough palmslides up toward my throat as he spins me back and presses me up against his cold, bedroom wall.
Yes! This is what I need!
His breath holds steady on my neck as he heaves in and out, the reserve he’d been holding gone to the night as he palms over my panties, pressing through the fabric to touch the parts of me I’ve never let anyone touch before.
“My God,” he groans low in my ear as his hard cock presses up against my stomach, “you’re trouble.”
“So teach me my lesson,” I whine against his neck as he digs the heel of his palm against my clit.
He leans closer, his hot breath reaching my shoulder before his teeth sink in. The sharp pressure sends a shiver straight through me, flooding my panties.
“Lord help me,” he growls louder. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
I hum low as his thick fingers slip inside. One by one until there’s two, maybe three. It’s hard to tell. All I know is that it feels good. Really fucking good.
“Christ, baby. You’re so fucking tight.”
Goosebumps rise on my arms as he thrusts in and out, fast and hard. His jaw set, his dark eyes focused on mine, the strength of his forearm apparent as he hammers in and out over and over again.
“You’re a hungry little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant, head arching back, tits bouncing as I squirm against his touch. “I need your cock, Silas. I need it so bad.”
His mouth leans in over mine, and though he’s finger fucking me like a beast has taken hold, his lips feel warm and soft. Like whatever this is means more than the action we’re taking.
He sucks my bottom lip, then the top, our tongues rolling against one another as he continues to thrust into me with hismassive hand. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. He’s twenty years older than me. He’s my ex-boyfriend’s dad. I know the consequences of our actions, and whatever’s happening can’t be long term, but somehow that only makes me want it more.
It’s like the whole world is against us and we have to take what we can get while no one is watching.
“Do you know how long I’ve been desperate to hear you come?” He growls out the words low, ragged, and hot against the lobe of my ear.
“No,” I bite back a grin, “how long?”
He shudders, rubbing his thumb against my clit as he tugs the back of my hair. “Too fucking long. I’d watch that little ass of yours come into the house all sweet and innocent, and I knew he couldn’t give you what you needed.” He groans louder, his eyes wild like he’s lost control. “I’d go to my room, and I’d jerk myself off, thinking about how I could give it to you. How I’d touch you. How hard you’d come for me.”
That’s messed up! It’s messed up, it’s wrong, and I’m loving it! I’m loving it so much that my pussy clenches down on his thick fingers.
“God, baby. Yes… tighten down on me. Come on my hand.” His words vibrate deep in his chest as my thighs squeeze with all the force my body can muster.
“You’re sopping wet and swollen from all your teasing. Now come for me.” He kisses my lips again, roughly this time, then drives into me so hard my toes lift from the ground.
No pity. No holding back. Just his skin slapping against mine with the wild recklessness I’ve been desperate to feel since we met.
The buildup is fast, and the release feels spontaneous but euphoric, like I’m free falling in his arms. My body convulses, mynerves shake, and my hips thrust forward until we’re grinding against each other desperately.
