Page 108 of Capri

“Oh, yeah?” she asks, eyes locked on mine with intensity. “Good luck with that.”

This game between us is driving me crazy, and I’m loving every second of it.

My eyes land on the motion between her legs. She clenches her thighs like it’ll help. Her satin sleep set is so sheer, I see a small spot of wetness making a mess on the silky fabric.

“How’s my pussy feeling, Capri? Does it miss me? Are your thighs easing that ache or need my cock to come fill it?”

“Mmm.” Her moan runs through me. Capri’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and she makes no effort to hide it. “Jones,” she murmurs softly.

“I’m not sure I understand what you’re saying, sweetheart.”

The lust in her eyes is untamed—wild. Fuck, it liberates me knowing she wants me as much as I do her.

“Show me,” she whimpers. “Remind me how it feels.”

I stand in front of her. “How what feels? I need to hear you say it.”

Her eyes dilate and her breathing picks up. The rush of pink across her cheeks is enough to have my dick twitch in my pants.

“Your cock inside of me. I think I need to be reminded.”

Atta girl.

I grin, feeling like fucking Hugh Hefner. “How do those tits feel? Tender?” I ask, my eyes drawing to her pebbled nipples, standing at attention.

“God, yes.”

“Take ’em out. Let me see.”

Cup long forgotten, Capri lifts her top in one swift tug, revealing the most luscious set of tits I’ve ever seen. “Hell, Capri. You’re a needy little thing.”

I scrub my beard because I need to do something with my hands.

Drawing this out will make it worth it. The pleasure fucking worth it.

“You just gonna stand there?” she asks me on a heavy breath.

“I’m thinkin’ about it. The views too good.”

My mind spins in circles watching her reach for her hardened nipples, pinching them with a slow hiss. “Fuck,” I groan.

“I can take it from here if you need to leave.” She’s out of her goddamn mind if she thinks I’d leave her here—like this.

Hell to the no, woman.

“I need to make one thing clear before I touch you, Capri.”

Her eyes search for my meaning. “Just one word. That’s all I need,” I tell her, and she nods her understanding.

“When I fuck you again, you’re mine. I let you go the first time, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting you slip away from me a second. I need your understanding, Capri. I need you to tell me you want that too.”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation, no questions, no negotiations.

Just yes.

My mouth is laced with hers before I can think better of it. This woman is mine and I intend to leave my mark, today and every day after.

“I’ll never let you go again. Never,” I whisper against her lips.

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