Page 99 of Beautiful Secrets
She starts squirming and gasping like I’m gutting her, not fucking her, and then she lets out a ragged, breathless sob.
“Just fuck me!” she demands, every inch a spoiled fucking brat.
And because of that, I pull back completely, duck my head, and swipe my tongue over every inch of her delicious cunt. The feel of her shivering so violently against me makes me wish I could do this every day for the rest of my life.
But I can’t.
So I’ll make this last time count.
Who knows, maybe we’ll remember this in the shower sometimes.
Sweet Jesus—now I’m picturing her masturbating in the fucking shower.
No, fuck that—the bath.
Legs spread, eyes closed. Oblivious to the fact that I’m watching from behind the door like a fucking stalker who found the back door unlocked.
I lose myself in the moment, lapping her pussy until she’s begging me to stop and doing her best to get away from my tongue and my lips.
I get so caught up, I’m slow to react when she finally gets away.
I sit back, almost falling backward out of the open door, and drag a hand over my mouth as she twists around and glares at me. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips trembling. But when she glares at me, I should have taken it as a warning.
Too slow.
Mika darts forward and grabs my cock in both hands. Not gently either. Oh no.
“Mika, Christ, stop!” I show her my teeth, but it’s less like I’m snarling at her and more like I’m waiting for her to rip off my balls.
Even with her pants around her ankles, her hair crazy mussed, and a vicious snarl on her pretty mouth, she’s unbelievably beautiful.
How does she do it?
Hypnotize me like that?
Even with my dick in her hands, there’s no place in the world I’d rather be right now.
Except inside her pussy, of course.
“You think you can just do what you want?” she says, eyes sparkling dangerously. “You are no gentleman, Cole Hendry.”
I laugh at her, but not quite as rudely as I normally would have. “Never claimed to be,” I say carefully. “Now, how about you let go of my dick and we call it a day, huh?”
Runoff drips noisily onto the roof of the car as we stare at each other.
“Truce?” she says, frowning a little.
“Aye.”
She tilts her head a little. Her eyes fall onto my dick.
It should have fucking shriveled under that intense scrutiny, but it only grows harder. She pumps me—once, insanely hard, and I have to bite back a curse.
“Maybe,” she drawls, shifting forward as she slowly drags her yoga pants off her legs. “But first I see if you can do more with this thing than just tease.”
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