Page 103 of Taming Tesla

FIFTY-TWO

Patrick

“What are you doing?”

The question comes out on a breathless whisper, ending on a soft gasp when I lose my patience and jerk her dress the rest of the way up her thighs.

“I’m doing what I should’ve done the night you started this whole thing,” I tell her, gliding my fingers up the inside of her thigh. “I’m doing what I want.” My fingertips brush against the damp lace between her legs, the feel of her arousal against my skin goes straight to my cock, and I fight to stifle the groan trying to fight its way up my throat.

“I shouldn’t have answered the door …” I growl in her ear, slipping an arm around her waist while the fingers between her legs tease her through her panties and she widens her stance in response, opening her legs with a soft whimper.

Unable to stop myself, remembering how she felt, bare and wet under my hand last night, I pull the crotch of her panties to the side, running my finger up the seam of her pussy. My swollen cock jerks against the front of my pants at the contact and I groan softly. “I shouldn’t have let you leave.”

Her head falls back, resting on my shoulder, head turned so I can feel her mouth trembling against my jaw. She lets out a shaky laugh that’s supposed to sound condescending but ends up sounding desperate. “Let me?”

“That’s what I said,” I growl in her ear, reaching up to hook the fingers of my free hand into the front of her dress. “Let you.” I jerk down, snapping its straps and she gasps as I reach up, palming one of her bare breasts as they tumble free. “I let you leave…” I push past the folds of her pussy, sliding the length of my fingers up the center of her until the base of them finds her clit. “Because I fucking promise you, if I’d have done what I wanted, you wouldn’t have gone anywhere.” The base of my fingers still pressed against her clit, I dip their tips into her entrance, teasing her with short, shallow strokes while my other hand caresses her breast, rolling and pinching her nipple until its pink and swollen between my fingers. “The fucking I gave you that night was nothing compared to what I wanted to do to you, Cari.” I say it in her ear. “And it’s nothing compared to the way I’m going to fuck you now.” Scraping my teeth along the line of her throat, I pump my fingers in and out, pushing deeper, her pussy so wet, I can feel her arousal, slick against my palm. “Do you know how wet you are for me?” I slide my fingers out to the tips, adding a third before pushing in again, fucking and stretching her so deep I feel her knees buckle. She moans in response, arms reached back, over her head, wound around my neck to pull me closer, the angle of it, pushing her tits into my hand, begging for more.

She’s about to come, her hips pumping against my hand, fingers gripped tight in my hair. Breath coming in shallow, desperate pants. Right when I feel her start to slide over the edge, I leave her dangling, pulling myself free so I can turn her in my arms. “I should have made you mine, right then and there.”

“Yours?” She looks up at me, blue eyes cloudy, full, lush lips parted.

“Mine.” Finding her zipper, I pull it down, opening the back of her dress. “You’re mine, Cari,” I say, walking her backward until the back of her knees hit the bed. “And you know it.”

I peel her dress off, pushing it past her hips, down her thighs until it hits the floor. Leaning into her, I whisper in her ear. “I should’ve made you say it the first time I fucked you.” Dipping low, I lift her breast to my mouth, licking and sucking its swollen, bright pink nipple “If I had, there wouldn’t be any question about who you belong to now.” Skimming my hands over her hips, I grip the thin, lace waistband of her soaking wet panties, slowly peeling them down her legs until they hit the floor.

“You’re gonna say it now.”

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