Page 85 of I Knead You Tonight

My first instinct is to say no.

I mean, I’m not stupid. I’ve heard the horror stories from others. Those photos could wind up anywhere.

But this is Winston.

He wouldn’t hurt me. All he wants to do is save me.

“Take it,” I tell him before I can back out.

The sound of his camera shutter fills the otherwise quiet room.

I just stand here, unsure what to do.

He peeks at me over the lens, that same hunger still in his eyes. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Drew.”

The way he’s looking at me…I almost believe him.

He snaps a few more photos, then sets his camera on the living room table.

“Get on the couch and spread your legs.”

I all but rip my shorts down, stumbling my way to the cushions.

Winston stays where he is, hand on his cock, watching me as I open my thighs for him.

Waiting.

“Wider.”

I go wider.

“Don’t fucking play games with me, Drew. I said wider.”

My cheeks flush, but I do it.

I’ve never been so exposed in front of a guy before.

I’m embarrassed, but with the way Winston’s staring at me like I’m his next meal, I’m excited.

Slowly, he ambles toward me, taking his time, fingers still wrapped around his cock.

Holding my stare, he drops to his knees, and my clit pulses with anticipation as he lowers his head.

Only he doesn’t bury his face between my legs like I hoped he would.

Instead, he kisses my stomach.

He kisses my scars.

He kisses away all my insecurities.

Kisses my heart.

Just when I think it couldn’t get any better, he kisses my clit, and I nearly combust at the soft, simple touch.

He peers up at me, blue eyes still ablaze.

“I’m going to eat your pussy now, Drew.”

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