Page 122 of The One
I move closer to her ear, not wanting anybody else to hear, even though it would be impossible given the loud music and our secluded spot in the club.
“When you played with yourself…” Fuck, I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s so deep, rough, and laced with an edge I didn’t know I had. “Did you ever push your perfect little fingers inside your wet, hot pussy?”
Mari’s cheeks flush a deep shade of red again, her blood rushing to her head while mine rushes decidedly south.
She shakes her head, her eyes dropping to her hands in her lap.
“Has anything ever been inside you?”
She shakes her head again, still avoiding my eyes.
“Not your fingers?” I repeat, needing another confirmation.
She shakes her head.
“Not a toy?”
Another shake of her head.
“Not even a tampon?”
I hold my breath.
Again, her head moves from side to side in a silent no.
My heart beats out of my chest and I let my head drop against hers.
MINE.
The lump in my throat grows. I cannot believe how lucky I am. Discovering I’m the first to ever be inside of her!
My possessiveness over this woman just skyrocketed tenfold. No, scratch that. Make it a hundredfold.
God, why did I have to start this here?
I need to get her home, need to be alone with her.
Nobody can see us back here, but still…
Even the thought of anybody hearing Mari’s little moans and whimpers drives me insane. Those sounds are for my ears alone.
I hadn’t planned on making her come for the first time in a crowded club. But I just couldn’t help myself. When she was grinding herself on my cock, I could feel the heat radiating straight from her pussy. My fingers were on the move before I could stop them.
And once I felt how wet she was for me, everything else around me fell away. I forgot where we were, my instincts taking over. I needed to see her come undone. It was the only thought on my mind.
I grasp her chin between my fingers and lift her face to mine, making sure I have her full attention. “From now on, you don’t touch yourself unless I’m watching. All your orgasms belong to me. Do you understand,dolce mia?”
She stares at me, still a little dazed, her wide eyes flickering with uncertainty. Her lips part as if to speak, but no sound escapes. Instead, she presses them together, her thoughts visibly racing behind her expression.
I wait patiently for her to process my request, communicating to her with my eyes just how serious I am.
“Okay,” she finally replies, averting her gaze and nuzzling her face against my neck.
Her agreement settles something inside me.
I need to be the one looking after all of her needs.
Talking about needs. My cock is like granite, and my balls are tighter than a steel knot. I’m a man on the verge.
