Page 75 of Fly Back to Me
My eyes dart to her glazed stare, her slender neck exposed since her soft curls are draped over one shoulder. Her feistiness was left outside the door I’m still holding, vulnerability crawling along her skin in the palest shade of pink.
We’re tethered in a single overloaded fuse, rapid sparks exploding above us as I peel myself from the entry point. My boots are heavy as I stroll up to her, that floral scent already fanning from her luscious hair when I intrude her space.
Her breasts heave when I’m a pathetic inch from her, but I don’t lean in right away. My fingertips graze her midsection, rough digits greeting satin skin, and our eyes stitch togetherthrough the wicked blend. I tug a few tremors from her belly, my lips parting as I sink my stare.
I dip my fingers, ghosting them along the trim of her panties. My nose nudges hers, tipping her attention up before I slip both hands in the waistband. “If there’s one thing you should know,” I taunt, dragging the lace down her tight ass, “I don’t ever take pussy that isn’t worth it.”
She angles her chin higher as she works through a gulp, the crook of her glossy lips lifting to bait me. “Lie. You’ve been slumming it before me.”
Her words light me up as our mouths dance a millimeter apart. I shine a glint of a smirk, those hot lips waving like a red flag in front of me, and I’m about to charge it like a fucking bull.
“Go on, girl,” I rasp. “Let’s see that jackpot I hit. Right here.”
I slap and knead a bare ass cheek, a hitched yelp spilling from her. Her startled reaction drives my palms to her waist, and I spin her until my arm is linked around her stomach.
That sweet aroma rocks me once again, and I hook my free fingers around the bunched lace under her ass. I flick it once against her skin. “Step out of these,” I order before palming her breast through the mesh fabric.
A strained squeak exits her, concentration fleeing, and I spank her again.
“Don’t make me wait on you. I said take them off,” I murmur.
I take my arm from around her, flicking random papers and folders out of the way before she faces me again. Her throat rolls as she maneuvers the panties down her thighs, each leg lifting to step out of them. The flimsy fabric pats the floor, and without warning, I hoist her up to sit on the desk.
My lips hover against her strangled gasp, palms hooked under her knees as I park myself between them. “Is this what I’ve been missing?” I taunt, extending my boot back to roll the baseof the chair closer to me.
My palms yank on her, her hands slapping to the desk surface once her ass is settled at the very edge. Our eyes connect as I sink down in the leather seat, and I situate her legs until her feet are planted on the armrests.
Her eyes inflate, shoulders hiking up to her ears with her ample cleavage on display. I lean back to get comfortable, spreading my legs out as I leisurely undo the buttons of my flannel. But when her knees drift inward, I jerk my chin up to snatch her attention.
“Spread your legs. Let me see you.”
Olivia’s glare burns into mine, her skin flushed a subtle red as her knees fan out to the sides.
A low growl scrapes against my lips when she finally bares herself to me. Her perfectly pink and glistening pussy the only sight I want to see before I’m eventually cut from this earth.
I undo the last button of my flannel, allowing my shirt to hang open just enough to reveal the ripples of my inked torso. “This a good enough visual for you?” I tease, my fingers trailing up the smooth slopes of her legs. “Does this make your pussy flutter?”
She nods through parted lips, the smell of her sweet nectar injecting my veins like a goddamn narcotic.
I shift forward, kneading both her inner thighs. “Yeah, I bet it does.” My lips kiss and suck random spots of her tender flesh, nudging her until she’s opening wider for me. “Good girl. Stay right there,” I rasp, nipping the garter belt to slap it against her creamy skin.
She vibrates under my fingertips, her body begging me to yank her from this cruel torture.
Wish granted.
My lips seal before shuffling around a few times. And when I gather enough saliva, my eyes dip to my target.
I spit directly on her needy pussy.
I peer up at her, Olivia’s rosy lips separated in shock as I tip the corner of my mouth up. Then our focus shifts to the thick droplet traveling down her slit.
Checkmate.
My palm slaps her soaked cunt, a choked mewl pouring from her when I do. I briefly massage her delicate skin, a wicked grin stretching across my face before I peel my hand away. “Yeah, you like that?” I ask, my tone husky. “Dirty girl.”
“Oh god.” Her eyes roll as she tosses her head back, her champagne tresses spilling down the length of her arched posture.
Her aroused scent torments my sanity, the feel of her velvety sex still lingering on my fingers when I sink back in the chair. “Come on, make me earn it,” I purr, palming her calves as I relax in the seat. “Show me just how worth it it’s going to be when I finally wreck that prim and proper pussy you’re advertising.”
