Page 43 of Old Money

I lay her down gently on the bed, kissing her wildly while my hands travel down her sides.

“Sweetheart?” I ask.

“Mmm?” is all she can muster up.

“You know I care about you, right?” I ask. She nods, her eyebrows knitting together. I kiss her lips. “You know I’d do anything to keep you safe?” Her eyebrows tug tighter, but she nods again. “And you know I have nothing but the utmost respect and highest opinion of you, right?”

“Why are you asking me all of this?” she asks.

“Because in a second, the things I’m going to do to you might say otherwise.”

Her lips tug up into a devious little smile, and she bites her bottom one.

“Get going, then,” she says, and I do. I reach for the sides of her shirt, tearing it open and making buttons fly in every direction.

“I’ll buy you a new one,” I say, and she giggles as the shirt falls to her sides, her breasts spilling out.

I grab one, holding it taut and lunging for it, sucking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around her nipple. She lets out a little whimper beneath me that makes me feral, and I switch and grab the other one. I kiss between them and down her stomach to the hemline of her shorts as I raise my eyes to hers.

“Tell me again,” I command.

“Tell you what?” she asks, her voice breathy.

“Tell me that you want this. That you want us.”

“I wantyou,” she moans. “I’m all in.”

It’s enough to put me over the edge. I reach for her shorts, pulling them down with enough force that it makes her gasp. And when I realize she has no panties on, I swear I’m about to blow inside my fucking pants.

“Oh, my bad little girl,” I murmur. She smiles, biting her lip, and I slide down farther, nestling myself between her legs and pushing them up and out of the way. “You mean to tell me you were sitting here all this time with nothing beneath those little shorts? That this pussy was just waiting for me?”

She nods, her lip between her teeth.

“Answer me, Sawyer,” I demand.

“Yes,” she says, her voice breathy as my finger slides up and down her slit slowly, urging her wetness to spread.

“No panties? Why not?” I say, letting the tip of my finger slip inside her, turning it in slow swipes as she writhes beneath me.

“Well,” she breathes between moans, “if your idiot brother hadn’t shown up, I was, oh…I was going to touch myself while thinking about you.” I raise an eyebrow.Fuck.

“Oh yeah?” I ask softly. “You were gonna use this pretty hand,” I say, lifting one of them and bringing it to my lips. I kiss the tips of her fingers then suck one into my mouth. “To touch this pretty little pussy,” I say, leaning down to leave a gentle kiss right on her opening. She bucks her hips. “And think about me?”

She nods, pressing her head back into her pillow.

“Answer me,” I demand again.

“Yes, and my, um…toy.”

Oh, God.

“Toy?” I ask. She nods.

“Yes.”

I slide my finger out of her, sucking on her arousal then pushing off the bed.

“Show me,” I say. Her eyes widen.

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