Page 40 of Desperate Pucker
“Say please again,” I growl.
“Please, Ryker,” she whimpers. Pleasure rockets through my dick at how desperate she sounds. How desperateIam to see her fall apart, to unravel completely for me.
I fucking love this. She can’t stand me, but she wants me. She hates me, but she’ll beg for me to bury my fingers in her pussy.
I unbutton her jeans and pull them down.
“Say please again,” I growl.
Her eyebrows crash together, her expression pained with how badly she wants this—wantsme.
“God, you’re bossy.”
“Again,” I order.
“Please,” she whines.
“Again.”
Her eyes widen the slightest bit, but then she blinks. Recognition flashes in her gaze.
It’s our first training session all over again, but instead of her yelling “again” at me over and over, I’m saying it to her.
This is a fucked up game I’m playing, but I don’t care. I like hearing her beg. I like that one kiss from me is all it takes to stop her from panicking. I like that she wants more of me.
She leans her face closer, hovering her lips over mine.
“Please.” Her hot, wet breath lands on my lips. My mouth waters. “Please, please, please?—”
I crash my mouth against hers and unzip her jeans. I slide my hand inside her panties. When I feel how warm and wet her pussy is, I almost choke.
“So wet for me already,” I lean back and say. “All this just from kissing me?”
She nods and pulls me back to her mouth.
I keep kissing her while running my fingers along her soaking wet slit.
She whimpers into my mouth. When I slide my two middle fingers in her pussy, she gasps.
Her head leans back against the elevator wall. “Oh my god…”
“Is that too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” I register the shy look in her eyes. “I fucking love it.”
She blinks, relief flashing in her eyes. I kiss her again. I maneuver my hand so I can gently tease her clit with my thumb.
Her knees buckle, and she slumps against the wall. With my free hand, I grab her hips and hold her up.
I lean back and take her in. Chest flushed and heaving, a drunken look in her eyes.
“Oh, god…” she murmurs.
I drag my mouth along the delicate slope of her neck, savoring the sweetness of her skin.
“Is this a helpful distraction, princess?” I rasp.
