Page 59 of Peaches

Not until one of us backs down and concedes this ridiculous dance that there isn’t any attraction here, and not until one, or both of us, finally agrees that the chemistry between us started long before this ludicrous arrangement, then the cloud will never clear! Hell, thepullstarted the second I laid eyes on her in that corner coffee shop a little over a month back. Playing house with her and pretending to have feelings, that I am also forced to deny behind closed doors, is making me fucking crazy.

She’s got to feel it too. I know she does. Especially aftertwo certainnights in particular. What I told her at the end of Marie’s party, and God, what I took a week before, and came harder than I ever have in my whole damn life to, afterwards in the shower. I know you can’t buy a woman’s affection with cheesy lines, one reason I hate romance books, but God, what I said was fucking genuine and I suddenly feel my month-long self-control snapping as I also remember the way her pussy felt wrapped around my fingers. Besides, if the tempting, desperate display of her non-virtuous and not so moral standards, aren’t proof enough over the last 24 hours, allow me to tempt that virtue to its breaking point. Of course, without going back on my word to halt advances, that is.At least physical advances on her.I didn’t make any promises about myself.

With Grace still rambling across the room, I grab into my pajama pants and stroke my length, hard, long, strong, with no damn shame. My eyes close and I let out a groan.

God, that feels so fucking good.

I don’t need a visual in my head, I have all I want and need right in front of me. So without any guilt, I open my eyes and lock them with hers as her mouth falls open and she watches me across the room.

One more pull. One more caress around my tip.

I let out a hiss as her eyes flare with want. With need. But I’m a greedy bastard because as much as I’d like her to cave, as much as I’d love her on her knees sucking me off right this very second, I’m a man of my word and I won’t go back on it.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

I push back in my chair and force my pants down to free myself. My cock springs forth and I look up just in time to see the look of disbelief on her face.

Disbelief for what I’m doing? Disbelief for the size of my straining dick? Shit I don’t know, and I don’t care. I’m chasing a release and she can either stand there and watch or help me take care of it. Her call.

“Brett, I…”

But her talking is cut off from the loud moan that escapes my lips as she looks down, her eyes widen, and I feel my thumb wipe the precum from my tip.

“Taste it,” I demand, knowing damn well she won’t accept what I am offering. I hold out my hand and watch as her eyes widen in shock. “Fuck it!” I exclaim, as I lick it off my thumb myself, spit it back into my hand, and continue with lube I wish was really coming from her wet, succulent peach.

“You can’t just…” she starts again, but my head falls back as my hand continues to work and I get off on her sassy mouth and disobedient attitude that I really just want to spank into submission.

“For fuck’s sake, Grace!” I hiss out as my hand quickly picks up its pace. My head falls forward, I lock eyes with her and see she’s on the edge of her control, and God I’ve never seen her look so fucking sexy. “Either get on your knees, sit on my cock, or join the damn game. If you’re not going to do one of those three things,” I groan, as my hips start to pump up out of the chair and I feel my balls tighten as I fist my cock and jerk off faster, “then leave!”

I know her decision before she even has to show me. There is no way in hell she’ll play along.

But the cock tease surprises the shit out of me as her eyes harden, she quickly shimmies out of her little shorts and climbs up on the bed.

Holy shit!

“You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this,” I hiss out, as her legs fall open, her fingers shamelessly dive into her heat and her back arches off the bed as sounds of pleasure quickly fill the room.

Are you fucking kidding me?

How the hell am I supposed to stay out of her when she’s both sounding and looking like that?

“God, that feels good,” she moans as her fingers pull out of her sex and her head falls to the side to lock eyes with mine.

“Yeah?” I demand, as my hand moves faster and I look down at her own, seeing she’s just as greedy to get to where we’re both headed. Looking up, my eyes lock with her own once again and groan. “My cock wants to be where your fingers are, Peaches,” I hiss out, my statement is met with her own beautiful sounds of pleasure. “After I fuck you with my tongue and make you cum harder than you ever have before in your life.”

She gasps, and my gaze travels south, to her dripping wet center. I watch as her fingers dive in and out a few times before she brings them back up to her nub and slowly circles her sensitive bud, coaxing several purrs of ecstasy to fall from her lips.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” she hisses on a whisper, as her fingers plunge back in her heat and my cock throbs in my hand. “Your tongue between my thighs?”

Fuck me!

Yes, I would!

Very much so!

“Licking me, sucking me, tasting me,” she pulls her finger out and I can see her thick cum coating it as she raises it to her mouth and sucks it between her lips.

“Fuck, Grace,” I hiss out, as I watch, trembling with the need to be the one tasting her right now instead.

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