Page 71 of Haunted Spurs

"Oh, yeah?" I whisper in her ear. "And what exactly would you like me to do with it?"

Without waiting for her answer, I tilt my head and move my mouth to the thin cotton of her t-shirt. I bite down on a nipple and suck it right through the fabric.

God... I love that she's not wearing a bra.

I feel the tight little bud of flesh harden. I suck harder, wetting the spot, making the fabric cling like a second skin around the perfect, swollen peak of her breast.

"Holy shit," she hisses, arching her neck back.

"So..." I mumble against the wet cotton, "are you willing to admit you want it?"

I start to pull away, easing the pressure of my lips.

"Yes," she gasps desperately, squeezing her knees around my hips.

I smile. "See? Was that so hard?"

I move to the other breast. I capture the swollen nipple through the shirt and suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, gently biting it with my teeth.

"I hate you, Willers," she pants, her voice breaking into a deep moan.

I nibble on the soft flesh of her breast, trailing kisses up her cleavage. "We both know perfectly well you're lying, Selene."

I grind the rigid tip of my erection against her wet core, and the high, husky moan torn from her lips tells me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she doesn't hate me at all.

"I would hate you a lot less," she pants, "if you'd be a good boy, get on your knees... and use that mouth for something else."

Christ.

This woman is going to make me lose my fucking mind.

I can't take it anymore.

I carry her over to the bed and lay her down carefully.

I step back just a bit, standing right beside the mattress. Her hair is spread out exactly like I dreamed it would be, and she looks gorgeous.

It's impossible to resist her, unthinkable to look anywhere else.

I run my tongue over my dry lips.

"Now, be a good girl and strip for me, Selly."

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Impossible, Insufferable, Unmatched

Selene

Selly.

No one has ever called me that.

Selene. Queen of Darkness. Sel. Cold heartless bitch. Moon Goddess.

Yeah... over the course of my life, I've been called countless different things, most of them not exactly flattering. But my absolute favorites... alas, I'm discovering the hard way, are the ones Ron Willers calls me.

Selly. A stupid, sweet pet name. Intimate.