Page 88 of Beautiful Distraction

The pang of jealousy is ridiculous when I’m not interestedin him emotionally whatsoever.

Instead of following the irritating thought, I look down andalmost choke on my breath.

Holy crap!

He’s huge. Way bigger than I remember. And so hard, I almostcome from just looking at him. No wonder he only does casual. With a cock likethat, he’s most certainly not short of eager women lining up at his door to geta good tumble between the sheets.

Hell, I’ve just turned into one of them.

I have to force my eyes away. Looking anywhere else but hishardness is good, and yet I keep stealing glances.

The tip is engorged, glistening with moisture. I watch himslide his hand up and down its length.

“You keep looking at me, Ava. And you should. This is howhard you make me, baby.”

I avert my eyes instantly, my already flushed cheekscatching fire.

He caught me staring. Again.

“No,” I say, but the lie’s so obvious it’s embarrassing.

“Look at me,” he commands as he begins to stroke himself, upand down, the gesture both intimate and familiar.

My tongue flicks across my lips.

“I want to help,” I whisper.

He groans but doesn’t take me up on the offer. “Say you wantme to fill you up.”

I shake my head. Maybe other women talk to him like that,but I can’t.

“Tell me how much you want me inside you,” Kellan orders andlets go of his shaft. He inches closer, and his fingers brush the inside of mylegs. His palm presses against my clitoris, the pressure unbearably hard andfrustrating. I arch my hips forward, silently begging him to enter me.

I draw a sharp breath as two fingers move between my legs,settling against my mound.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers slide into me, fillingme up like they did last night. I nod and tilt my head back, closing my eyes inthe process. The pleasure is all consuming, frustratingly so because I won’tcome from it. I need more.

“It’s not enough.” My words are barely more than a whisper.

“Then say you want me to fill you.” His voice is rough, thedemand harsher than before. Through the lust-induced fog inside my brain, I canrecognize a pattern. Just like stripping for him, this is an order he expectsme to obey.

“I want you to fill me up,” I whisper.

“Tell me you want my cock inside you, fucking you so deepyou’ll feel it for a week,” Kellan says. “Now, look at me.” His fingers leavemy pussy and settle beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his heated gaze. “Sayit.”

Without his fingers inside me, I feel empty. I’m eager toplease him so we can finally get to the action. “I want to feel you for aweek.”

“Good girl.” He smiles, seemingly pleased.

For a moment, he releases me and fumbles with his jeans. Ilook away, but the noise of a tearing foil wrapper is unmistakable. There’ssomething dirty about the way I just stand there, bathed in glowing brightness,waiting for a guy I barely know to pull on a condom.

I feel dirty. Surreal. Cheap.

And yet, I’m so turned on, I could make myself come withinseconds.

Kellan’s hand slides across my ass, cupping it, lifting meup.

He takes my lip between his teeth and sucks it into hismouth a moment before his cock plunges into me—all the way in. I flinchat the jolt of pain that’s instantly replaced by a long wave of pleasure.

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