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Another flash of lightning lights the sky with peals of thunder as I close the door and turn to her.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
wrenley
Hank jerksmy sweats down and spins me around. He's always been gentle with me, tender. This is different. Sure, he’s got a gloriously filthy mouth, but this is a side of him I’ve never seen before. It’s like a switch has flipped and he’s gone all dominant and growly. I think I kind of love it.
Pressing a hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me to the bed and pulls his shirt off by the neck with one hand.
“All fours, baby. I wanna see that perfect ass while I fuck you.”
“So bossy,” I throw over my shoulder with a saucy, little smirk and he whips his shirt out, catching me on the thigh with a snap. I yelp with a laugh.
With a swat to my ass that stings, he huffs a laugh out through his nose. “Just get your sexy ass up there.”
I climb onto the bed and do as he says. My body is on fire, and although this feels a little awkward, with his words and intense gaze,hemakes me feel like the most desirable woman alive.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, I watch him through my lashes as he jerks open the button on his pants, unzips them, and shoves them down his hips, along with his boxer briefs. His eyes never leave where they are zeroed in on my body.
His cock bobs, thick and heavy above his balls, drawn up tight with his arousal. I press back a little on my knees, desperately seeking friction and needing to feel him, to have him inside me.
“Look at you, Wrennie Girl.” His voice is like velvet as he steps up to the edge of the bed. “All spread out for me, pretty, pink pussy dripping, ass in the air, perfect tits.”
My clit is throbbing and the filthy things he’s saying are like a balm to my sex-starved body. It’s only been two days, but it feels like forever since I’ve had his hands on me or the weight of him on top of me.
Resting a hand on my lower back, he runs the other one up my outer thigh, over my hip, and then drags a finger down my slit from ass to clit. Then, he palms his thick cock, tugging it in a slow, indecent rhythm, while his free hand pushes against my back so I drop down onto my elbows.
“Please, Hank,” I whimper, trying to press back against him.
I feel the bump and slide of his cock on the back of my thigh as he leans over me, a delicious mixture of firm yet soft heat. He never stops the leisurely pace he’s keeping as he strokes himself.
“Please, what?”
I blow out a frustrated breath. “Stop teasing me,” I whine.
“Mmm, not yet baby.”
A hysterical laugh bubbles out of me. “You’re so mean.”
The rumble that emits from his chest is low and sexy as hell. I love watching him—the slide of his length through his fist as jerks himself, while my body is on display for him.
Then, I about lose my mind when, just like he did that first night, he leans over me and spits a bead of hot saliva between my ass cheeks.
“Jesus,”I whimper, the word muffled against the blankets.
He spreads the warmth of it with the tip of his cock against me, a hot melding of his saliva and my wetness. The sensation is indescribable and my cheeks flame pink at the sounds he makes, the sharp intake of this breath, and the salacious way he’s rocking against me. He’s sliding over my clit, through my slit, and up to my ass, then back down. A teasing, tortuously slow track that makes me whimper and push back against him.
“Hank…” I moan, certain I can't take it much longer.
His fingers join in the slow dance and find my clit as he whispers, “Beg, baby.”
My mind is fuzzy with lust and I’m not sure I heard him right. I move my head, trying to look back at him. He can’t be serious. “W–what?”
“Beg for my cock and maybe I’ll give it to you,” he says with another long, slow thrust, moving against my pussy and driving me crazy with need to have him inside me.
His voice is breathless, but it’s laced with the slightest bit of humor now. “Come on Wrennie Girl,” he pants. “Let’s hear it.”
A low whine emits from me as he flicks his thumb over my clit. “Please, Hank. Please fuck me before I die. Please.” It comes out half moan, half laugh.
