Page 35 of Forever Finds Us
“Good. Wait. You know this is all pretend, right? Like, you know I’m not actually a deputy right now? I have no authority over you.”
“The hell you don’t,” he argued.
“No, really I don’t. You don’t have to do what I say just ’cause I’m law enforcement. It’s not?—”
“I will do everything you want me to because I have never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.” He licked his lip and slowly scraped his teeth over the wetness.
It took me a moment to let that comment sink in. God, the power it gave me!
“You know, I didn’t expect this when I invited you to my place. I’m pleasantly surprised. Have you ever been handcuffed before?”
He shook his head again against my favorite feather pillow as I dragged one finger down his chest and abs, loving how his coarse body hair abraded my skin, and when I wrapped my hand around his hard-on and squeezed, his whole body tensed, and his cock jerked and throbbed in my grip.
“Good boy. I’ll be your first.”
He groaned, “Fuck.”
“Not yet, loverboy. Like you said, I’m wearin’ too many clothes.”
He nodded tightly, and I unbuttoned my jeans.
Pushing them to the floor, I hooked my fingers beneath my undies and let them drop too. “Hm, but if you can’t touch me, how will you make me ready for you?”
In a low and carefully restrained voice, he said, “Touch yourself. I need to watch.”
My pussy clenched and pleasure shot through me like I’d been defibrillated. I shivered as I lifted my tank over my head. My hair fell down around my shoulders, and Brand’s eyes followed the barely waving strands.
“I can’t see you,” he said.
“No?” I cupped my breasts with both hands, thumbing over my nipples softly, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled, and when I faced him fully and lifted my foot onto the mattress, spreading my leg wide open so he had an unobstructed view, he stopped breathing.
“Breathe, Mr. Lee. If this becomes a homicide, it won’t be much fun for either of us.”
His eyes rose to mine, and together we took a deep breath.
“I’m gonna make myself come now while you watch,” I whispered. “And then I’m gonna ride your cock raw.”
“Yes.”
Resting one hand on my raised knee, I let the other slip down my stomach till my fingers touched slick, wet skin.
Brand gasped and the handcuffs scraped against the bed frame as he flexed his shoulders, his arms straining and trying to pull his hands free so he could touch me.
His eyes on me had me feeling all kinds of bold. His attention heightened the silky buzzing feeling between my legs when I rubbed and circled my clit, and when I pushed two fingers inside my pussy, my eyes rolled closed because it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
I’d never felt so desired.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Again.”
I pumped and rolled my hips softly to chase the pressure.
“Again,” he demanded this time. “Harder and faster. Imagine it’s my fingers inside you.” His voice rasped dangerously when he said, “I’d be rougher.”
Doing exactly what he wanted, I imagined him finger fucking me roughly. I pumped and pumped, my thumb pressing against my clit, heightening the pleasure so much that I moaned.
“Roxanne,” he groaned, “you’re makin’ me insane.”
I smiled. Oh, I liked that.
