Page 31 of Spin The Bottle
Her eyes shine with defiance. “I don’t.”
I lift an eyebrow, smirking down at her. “But you want me.”
Her tongue traces her bottom lip, her eyes drifting to my own. “Maybe.”
I grin, and pull her into me until she moans when she feels every hard inch pressed against her. “Definitely.”
Her chest rises, her heavy breathing the only sound ingrained in my mind. I want to hear more from her. My hand lifts her dress, grabbing her full ass in my hands, and I knead the skin, pushing her into me. My hard dick scrapes against her soft body, eliciting a groan from me.
“Are you planning to fuck me, or just tease?” she asks breathlessly.
My laugh ripples through her skin, hidden in her neck. “Are you really that impatient?” I kiss her again, unable to keep my hands off her. “Or are you just desperate for me?”
Her eyes hood when she licks her lips, shaking her head a little. Her eyes drop and before I can see what she’s looking at, her hand covers my dick over my jeans, grasping it in her fist. Oh shit. “I’m desperate for this,” she says, bringing those soft, juicy lips to my neck, working her tongue over the skin.
“Fuck.” I let out a harsh breath. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” I admit as she licks and sucks on the sensitive flesh of my neck.
Her lips meet mine in a hot kiss, her tongue lashing against mine as our lower bodies grind together. She runs her tongue over my lip before pulling back, looking up at me through her lashes. “Then take me upstairs,” she whispers.
I grab her hand, loving the feel of her hand in mine and pull her up the stairs, careful not to make any noise.
When I reach my bedroom, I pull off my shirt as soon as the door closes, desperate to feel her. I want her body pressed against mine, feeling her soft skin against mine.
I can barely think as she devours me with her eyes. Those green eyes trace my body like I’m a painting. The way she looks at me has me wanting to do a hundred pushups a day just to keep her looking at me like that.
“You don’t have any tattoos,” she points out, her eyes scanning my chest.
Can’t afford them.“Disappointed?” I ask her, anticipating her response. She shakes her head instead, bringing a snicker out of me. “Speechless already?” I joke. “I haven’t even started.”
Her tongue traces her bottom lip, licking it before she pulls it in between her teeth, cocking her head and running her eyes down my body. My cock twitches.
“I put on a show for you,” I start. “Now it’s your turn.” I take a step closer. “I want to see you.”
Her eyes hood a little, shaking her head. “Not yet,” she says, pulling on the end of her dress, making the material even tighter against her body. Her soft stomach prods the material, making me wonder what it would feel like under my fingers, under my tongue. I want to kiss every inch of her. Jesus.
She takes a step closer, my dick twitching in my pants with each step. When she’s right in front of me, her head tilts up, those piercing eyes tantalizing me. I don’t even feel her hands at first, completely entrapped in her gaze, but as soon as she starts running her hands all over my chest, exploring me with her fingers, my dick wakes up.
It’s impossible to restrain the sound that comes out of me when her tongue meets my chest. Her soft lips press against my skin, pressing kisses all over my pecs. “Oh fuck.” There’s nothing but her lips and tongue on my skin, and I’m dangerously close to blowing my load. I flex my abs for her, wanting her tongue on every part of me, and when she makes her way down, running her tongue over the ridges of my torso, my head lulls back. Fuck, why does that feel so good?
The soft moan that escapes her lips brings out a rough breath from me. “If you lick my abs like that, I can’t imagine what your mouth will feel like on my dick.”
She pulls back, practically on her knees, looking up at me, so submissive, so innocently, those big, round eyes peering up at me. “Want to find out?”
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
She rips off my belt, unbuckling me until I kick off my jeans. My eyes roll back at the feel of her hands rubbing my junk through my boxers. A second later, she pulls them off, and I throw my head back, eyes closed, anticipating the feel of her mouth on me.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I instantly open my eyes, looking down at her, watching her look at my hard dick with furrowed brows. “What?” I ask her. “What’s wrong?”
She looks up at me, eyes narrowed. She looks pissed. “You’re hot, talented, tall as shit, and have a big dick?” She exhales, looking away from me and my huge dick, apparently.
A laugh bubbles out of me. “You’re scared of my dick?” I tease.
She rolls those pretty eyes of hers. “I’m not scared of it,” she says, crossing her arms, taking a sneaky glance at my dick that’s still very much hard and right in front of her face. “It’s just unfair to everyone else. You can’t have it all.”
I cock my head, laughing at her expression. “You’ve never seen a dick as big as mine, huh?”
