Page 69 of Fly Boy
I’m obsessed. Hooked on the worst possible indulgence I should never have known. And if I were a better man, astrongerman, I would stop.
I can’t. I’m also finding that the more time I spend with Pippa, the more I don’t want to stop. It’s selfish to keep her when I know I have nothing to offer her except broken pieces. Eventually, sneaking around will get boring. Eventually, she’ll realize she has her whole life in front of her without a man approaching forty, with mommy issues holding her back.
But she stayed. She held me, let me vent, didn’t judge me for my horrible thoughts about Fiona.
Glancing at the bathroom door, I try to get out of my head. Here’s this girl, this unbelievably sweet and sexy girl, in my bathroom, doing whatever she’s doing, and I’m here, wallowing like a loser.
Stretching over the bed, I open my nightstand, removing a condom and leaving it on the top. I’m closing the drawer when the door opens, the bathroom light basking Pippa in a warm glow. My heart lunges, pumping every ounce of blood I have in my body directly to my cock.
Standing in the doorway is my Christmas gift.
Red silk sits perfectly across her tits, a bow tied tightly, ready for me to tug off. A strip of fabric runs down her middle, the thin band covering her pussy. She leans her hip against the door frame, the prettiest gift I’ve ever seen, and I cannot wait to get my hands on it.
My mouth is dry as I shove off from my bed, my cock achingly hard, making it difficult to walk the short distance to reach her. Two fingers loop under the material, the satin feeling expensive as I follow the line downward. I watch as chills visibly rack her body, the back of my hand grazing her skin. Her breaths are uneven, shaking, until I let the material go just shy of between her legs.
“Is this just for me?” I ask, lifting the ribbons that dance against her stomach.
Pippa steps forward and wraps her arms around my neck. Bringing my head down so our lips touch, she whispers against them. “Unwrap me. I’m yours to use however you want. Take whatever you need.”
She groans as I plunge my tongue between her plump lips, doing exactly that. She’s found the key, unlocked the cage and freed the beast inside. The animal who wants to consume the girl dressed deliciously just for him.
I wrap my hand around her throat, fucking her mouth the way I’ll soon be fucking her pussy, my grip not allowing her to break away from me as I guide her from the door, across my room, and to my bed. My free hand comes back to the ribbon lining her stomach, wrapping around it and tugging. She shifts ontoher tiptoes, her cries muffled by my tongue as the fabric slips between her, rubbing against her clit, and I drink them down. Her fingers claw into my shoulders, tearing lines down my arms until she grips my wrists.
“What are you waiting for?” she whispers. “Use me.”
She doesn’t understand what those words do to me. She doesn’t understand whatshedoes to me as I release her, flipping her around and pushing her chest onto my mattress. She pants, widening her legs and raising her ass as I grab the condom and slide it down my hard cock.
“Don’t you want to undress me?” she taunts, wriggling her ass, the part of the fabric that runs between her cheeks so damn inviting. My hand comes down on her bare skin with a crack, and she jolts forward, moaning into the comforter.
“I can play with my gift however I want.” I palm the red and raised mark before moving, placing a finger at the base of her spine, following the silk down her crease until I feel it lying against her hole. She pushes against me, the movement so minor, yet it has the power to make my dick leak. “You like this?”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, she presses harder with a breathy moan. I place my other hand on her cheek, spreading it apart to look at her.
“You really want my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
“God, yes,” she pants, rolling her hips as she wantonly seeks for something I’m not ready to give her. Not yet, anyway.
I continue following the silk, my finger meeting her arousal that’s seeping into the material. The tip nudges under, her wetness coating it until I push it inside her, the sound of her mewling making my cock jump.
“Not tonight,” I murmur, pumping in and out. “One day.”
“Please, Wyatt,” she whines, bucking her hips against nothing, finding no friction, finding no release as I slowly and languidly fuck her pussy with my finger.
“Please, what?”
“I want you.”
“You have me,” I reply. A twisted sense of satisfaction coats my skin, as I know that’s not what she wants. A second finger joins the first, and she clenches around them. The hand that was on her ass cheek shifts to her hips, my hold bruising as I tease her, all the while dying to sink inside her perfect cunt and fuck her until she’s screaming my name.
“Not enough,” she grinds out as she moves her hips to a different angle, hoping for more.
“Say it,” I demand, the veins in my arms pulsing with so much lust it’s threatening to overpower me. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock,” she answers without missing a beat. “I need your cock inside me, Wyatt. Now.”
“Such a little slut for it, aren’t you?” I fist the base of my dick, tapping it to the bottom of her spine. “Don’t care where you take it—ass or pussy—as long as it’s inside you.”
She groans when I pull out a finger, moving to rub it against her clit. “Either, both, I don’t care. Just fuck me.”
