Page 51 of Hide From Me

Was I even breathing at this point? He was hard, and I wasn’t drunk. There was no liquid encouragement. Nothing cloudingmy judgment. It was just him and me and if I wanted him to stop and go away, I needed to stick to what I said. What had I said? Shit. I said I didn’t want it one sided. That wasn’t responsible. But I’d already screwed him, twice. What was wrong with one more time?

“No, that definitely does not feel one sided. It feels like you came by thinking you could just tell me what you wanted, and I’d get on my knees for you.”

His other hand slid up my side, grazing bare skin as he pushed the fabric of my shirt just to leave that behind and trail up my neck. His entire hand encircled my neck, but he didn’t squeeze. No, he moved it around to the back of my head and gripped my hair.

“Rylee, there is no doubt in my mind that when I want you on your knees, you will be there. But right now? That’s not what I came for.”

His lips closed over mine and I forgot why I was angry, or why I was paranoid. Why had I even taunted him? I kissed him back and let his mouth control my own. I wanted to feel the way he made me come alive last night, because regardless of what I told myself, I’d never be able to separate the fantasy from the real thing.

My hands wrapped in his shirt as I pulled him closer. His hand slid to my ass as he lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles.

The hardness behind his pants pressed against my already wanting core. My jeans were soaked. He might have gripped my ass and kept me close to him, but I shifted my hips enough that every step rubbed him against me, and I was nearly ready to come before he leaned down and laid me on my bed.

He never lost a beat. His lips were experts at kissing. I didn’t want to think about who else he might have kissed over the years. I wanted to believe this was all for me.

He broke the kiss, and he slid over my body, standing as he got to where we were at the edge of the bed. He gripped my shoes, pulling them off and throwing them somewhere. Next, he reached for the waist of my pants, freeing the button and the zipper in seconds before he pulled my jeans and my panties off of me.

“You make me crazy, blossom.”

Every inch of me warmed under his gaze.

I leaned up and reached for his pants.

“It’s not fair if I’m the only one laying here half naked.”

He didn’t fight me as I released his massive length. Why was it even more impressive than I remembered last night? Maybe because I hadn’t seen it, not like this. I’d felt every inch though. My body craved to feel it again. The soreness between my legs only made me want him more.

He kicked off his pants and reached for my shirt next. Nothing remained on me now but my bra. I reached for his shirt, rising on my knees, trying to reach over his head as I pulled the fabric up.

“Strip stalker boy.”

I swear my entire body heated and my damn pussy was even wetter than it had been as I looked up into his deep gaze. The corner of his mouth quirked.

“Stalker? That implies I only ever watch.”

I swallowed.

“And, Rylee? I don’t intend to ever stay away again.”

What the hell did that mean? It didn’t matter though, because the next moment, he was between my legs. His tongue licked along my slit as his thumb found my already sensitive clit.

“Cas, oh god.”

His hand slid around my thighs, forcing me wide, forcing me to let him eat me like I was the best meal he’d ever had. The thinghe was doing with his tongue had my nipples hardening and me squirming under his grip.

Fuck.

I found the ability to look at him. The moment he looked up, I was captured in those eyes.

A moan escaped my lips and with every stroke, with every lick, heat burned hot inside me. A static pleasure filled me, and that tight little coil of pleasure twisted tighter and tighter. I didn’t know when he released one of my thighs, but he had, and this time I nearly bucked my hips as two fingers slid into my core. His thumb pressed down against my clit, and I came for him. My core clamped down around his fingers as I cried out his name.

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cas

I wasn’t leavinguntil I had fucked her out of my system. The issue was that I think I just wanted her more than I had moments ago. Her sweet little cunt was the sweetest fruit I’d ever tasted.

The moment the walls of her pussy clamped down on my fingers, I knew I wasn’t stopping. I also wasn’t going to the fight with this raging hard-on. I stood up and leaned forward. I pushed up her thigh with my knee as I joined her on the bed. Her eyes were glazed and her chest moved with every rapid breath she took. The flush of her cheeks was fucking sexy as hell.

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