Page 69 of Ozzie

The kiss slows down, then his mouth moves to my neckas he kisses up to my ear. His hair smells divine, and it’s turning me on even more.

My hands cup his face, bringing his lips back to mine. I’ve waited so long for this. The interrupted kiss in the office was nothing compared to this. His body is flush with mine again, and I close my eyes, lost in the moment.

He grinds against me again.

“Ozzie, yes.”

He steps back. “Fuck you’re so wet.” He’s staring at my shorts, and I glance down.

The evidence of my arousal shows through.

“I want nothing more than to strip those off of you and make you come on my tongue, but I won’t. Not yet. I will win Durango’s approval. Then I will take you out for a proper date.”

I blink a few times, trying to tame my lust, which is all but impossible around this man. “What if I don’t want a date? What if I want you to take me to my room and fuck me?”

He swallows. “Trust me, Piper, that will happen. Just not tonight. I shouldn’t have let this go this far. I’m sorry. It’s…” His intense stare tells me all I need.

“I know. I feel it too.”

He takes a step back. “We will get this worked out with Durango. We have to.” He takes another step back. “But right now, I need to be alone.” He turns and walks down the hall. My cousin’s door shuts.

He left? In the middle of that? I’m so frustrated I could scream. But there’s no reason I need to sit here with norelease. I go to my bedroom, close my door, and pull my vibrator from my nightstand.

For a moment, I question if I should do this. Dammit, I’m too frustrated, and I need release.

While standing, I use it over the shorts. I close my eyes and imagine it’s Ozzie’s fingers, then his mouth.

“Oh, God.” I pull off my shorts and apply it directly. “Oh, fuck!” My orgasm builds and builds.

My door flies open, and Ozzie is standing there. “Don’t fuck with…” He stops mid-step, staring at me as I use my vibrator.

While I should be mad that he burst in here, I’m not. Not with the way he’s looking at me. Instead, I stare into his eyes as I imagine it’s him working me over. It doesn’t take long to go over the edge. My orgasm hits in waves. “Oh, God!”

Ozzie doesn’t move. He watches, and I keep my eyes locked on his.

Once the spasms finally stop, I catch my breath. “I really wish that had been your mouth.” I move to the bed and sit on it as my legs are now jelly.

“Fuck, Piper.” Ozzie shakes his head, walks out of the room, and shuts the door.

I really don’t want to piss him off, but dammit, he’s the one who barged in here.

He moans. Wait. Is he? No, he wouldn’t, would he? I step into the hall, and there’s another moan coming from the bathroom. The door is open, and as I walk up, he is in full view. His pants are open, and his hand is on his cock, stroking.

My eyes are glued to his thick length, which is bigger than anyone I’ve been with. I lick my lips, wanting to get down on my knees and suck him off.

“I want you in my mouth,” I say before I think about it too much.

He groans. “Stay over there,” he commands.

I stay and watch him, but since I’m still without shorts on, I begin to stroke myself. I’m on the edge in seconds as I watch him.

“Fuck, Piper. Are you wet for me?”

“So wet and so close.” I finger myself harder, and another orgasm builds. I can’t believe how fast it’s coming, but watching Ozzie stroke himself is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“Imagine I have you bent over this counter, and I’m pounding into you.”

The image floods my mind, and I’m there. “I’m coming!” My breath catches, and the first wave hits. I moan loudly, and his eyes squeeze shut.

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