Page 85 of Illicit

A tease.

I want more, so I move.

I groan when I come into contact with him.

He angles his face to the side of my head. “Good, baby. Just like that. Do it again. Do it for me.”

His words make me wetter.

Praise from Rocco. My brain goes back to when I would do anything just to win a smile. But this…

This is so much more.

I rock again and have to move farther to find his touch.

This feels different. I’m in control, rocking up and down on his cock while frantically trying to find his touch. I arch my back and spread my legs wider. I’m desperate and move faster to find it.

That’s when he does it again.

I gasp.

Another sharp sting, this one right on my sex.

This time he doesn’t move his hand. Instead, he massages away the sting. I’m left with red-hot desire.

“Fuck, you love that,” he growls in my ear. “If I don’t come just watching you, it’ll be a miracle. Don’t stop, baby.”

I can’t form words, but I do know what I want.

What I need.

I move.

Every time I do, I find his touch. I move faster and harder, feeling him lift his hips into me.

I’m about to fall over the edge once more, when I get another spank. This one harder, sharper, louder.

Right where I needed it.

I come immediately.

And Rocco takes over.

He thrusts his hips into me as his strong hand cups me between the legs. His fingers work my clit as I come and come and come. With the second coming so soon after the first, this one feels different.

But I’m not the only one breathing hard.

Rocco’s thick arm angles up my back. His hold on me is strong yet desperate.

That’s when a groan like I’ve never heard rumbles through the small space and vibrates against my chest.

His hold between my legs tightens as he presses his cock into my body. I feel him pulse against me as his body jerks.

We both came together.

And, still, no sex.

Not officially, anyway.

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