Page 43 of Better Not Pout
At the thought of being marked by him.
Like I’m his.
Reallyhis.
He spreads kisses all over my chest, and I’m panting by the time he pulls back to look at me.
“The softest skin that smells so fucking sweet.”
Another kiss, this time down the center of my chest, then another lower, and lower.
Suddenly, he’s rising onto his knees, his arms slipping beneath the water and hooking beneath my thighs.
“Wha—”
I can’t even finish the question because he’s lifting me out of the water and gently placing me along the corner of the hot tub like I weigh nothing at all.
“I can’t wait another fucking second to taste you.”
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Wells
Stockings Stuffed With… Panties
I’m convincedthat Rosalie has absolutely no fucking clue just how sexy she is. Not the slightest idea of how badly I want her. Of what she does to me.
And that somehow makes her even sexier.
The look on her face as I set her down is a mixture of surprise and anticipation.
“Want me to stop?” I murmur, holding her gaze as I sink to my knees in the water, never once looking away.
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, which is red and swollen from my kisses, and shakes her head. “No.”
“Good girl.”
Her eyes are dark and filled to the brim with lust as I slide my palms along the tops of her thighs, spreading them open wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her satin-covered pussy. The fabric is drenched, plastered tightly against every inch of herlips. The sight of her clit peeking out through the fabric makes my cock twitch.
“Apologies for this,” I say as my fingers slip beneath the band of her panties and twist.
Her brow creases in confusion that I quickly clear up by yanking hard, tearing the satin clean from her lush body and tossing them out of the hot tub.
“Holy shit, Wells.” Her words are breathless. “You just…rippedmy freaking panties off me.”
“I’ll buy you another pair. Hell, I’ll buy you fifty just so I can keep tearing them off you, Sugar.” I chuckle, my gaze slowly traveling down to the space between her thighs, and I suck in a sharp, stuttering breath. “Christ, Rosalie,” I rasp as I take her in, every inch of the most perfect pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on. “You look like you were made just for me. Every single thing about you. I’m fucking starving for you.”
When I glance back up at her, her cheeks are flushed bright pink, the same shade as the blush covering her tits, her chest. She’s peering down at me with hooded eyes, her dark lashes damp from the steam, looking like a fucking goddess. From my position kneeling between her parted thighs, pretty pussy on display just for me… I almost lose it, blowing in my goddamn briefs like I’m a teenager who can’t get control of myself.
For fuck’s sake.
It’sher.
There’s something about her, something that I had no clue I wanted so badly until she walked into my life. Now, she’s in my head, all around me, and I can’t get enough.
I’m not sure how it’ll ever be enough.
