Page 30 of Vintage

“I understand why you kept us apart from everyone else.” There was a mix of honesty and a hint of certainty in her voice.

She grasped my hand, her gaze fixed on mine, and gradually drew me closer.

Then she stepped back.

I grinned and moved in closer to her.

She retreated again.

I advanced once more.

With another step, her back pressed against the wall by the window, which framed a foggy view of the lake surrounded by willow trees.

"Hey there, handsome... Keep your eyes on me," she murmured in a sultry tone that made it impossible for me to look away. I felt myself being pulled in by the fiery spark in her eyes.

"Are you trying to tease me today, sweetheart?" I whispered, brushing my lips along her jawline, playfully biting her cheek and relishing the gasps that escaped her lips as her body quivered.

Our eyes locked again, and she adjusted her lips to meet mine while one hand gripped my wrist and the other lifted the hem of her dress, guiding my hand to her bare pussy.

"Oh! Fuck!" I growled, my gaze penetrating as I noticed the heat pooling in her eyes and around my hand.

She took my middle finger and slid it inside her warm hole, a sigh mingling with her moan.

"You were on another guy's bike, smothering this cunt and his bike with your cum wrapped up in that innocent outfit, while thinking about me. Sweetheart. What else crossed your mind?" My eyes darkened with desire.

"I imagined sitting between you and Darius while he drove, and you using your hands on me, torturing my pussy and fucking me." She confessed, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Oh... Fuck.

I was hard now. Too hard for her.

"And..." My face too close to hers, and her hot breath fanning my lips.

I thrust another finger inside her pussy while massaging her clit from my thumb, and she moaned, biting her lips to ramp it down.

Her hips moved, swallowing my fingers.

"Is it wrong if I say I wanted Darius to eat my pussy while you watched us?" She panted, and a red haze covered my eyes.

I tightened my grip around her neck, applying pressure not to harm her but to remind her of her place—because I don’t share. A smile appeared on her face, and a tear slipped down her cheek. Frustration escaped her in a shaky breath as I eased the movement of my fingers and stimulation on her clit.

She groaned, her pussy walls clasping hard on her fingers, sucking them deep inside her.

"Don’t forget, Mrs. Rowan, I’m not one to share, and anyone who dares to touch what belongs to me will find themselves in some serious trouble. However nice, I can be pretty nasty, and you won't like me being nasty." I lowered my voice by an octave and added a third finger while also intensifying the pressure on her delicate little throat. Too fragile.

Her lips puckered, gasping for air; that too, I stole from her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth while thrusting deep in her pussy, eliciting a moan as my palm replaced the thumb and tortured her clit.

She rode to her high, but whenever she got close, I'd stop it, and a cry of desperate frustration would leave her lips.

She panted, breathless, her body a mess of sweat, burning against me.

"Who do you belong to, Mrs. Rowan?" I growled in her ear, and a jolt rushed up her spine.

Her back arched as she reached closer, and a whimper left her lips again.

"Answer me, and I'll think about giving you what you want, however you'd like it." A sinister grin cracked my lips, and I slipped my fingers out, slapping her pussy.

She sprang against the wall, her eyes glinting with a playful light as a devious smile appeared.

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