Page 72 of No Strings Attached
By the time Amira reaches me, my cock is throbbing, and I already know I’m not going to be gentle.
She stops between my knees, her hands resting on her thighs, head tilted up, daring me to make the next move.
I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. My fingers graze her cheek, trail down the side of her jaw, her breath catching when I let my thumb brush over her bottom lip.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” I murmur.
Amira’s lips part around my thumb and I slide it into her mouth. Her tongue presses to the pad of it, and my cock throbs so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from groaning.
I slide my hand into her hair, gently tugging her head back so I can look down at her properly. Her mouth is pink, her eyes heavy, chest rising and falling like she’s struggling to stay composed.
“Take it out,” I command, gesturing to my cock.
Amira hesitates, only for a breath, then her hands move to my zipper, her fingers brushing against me through the fabric, and my entire body tenses. When she frees me, I hiss under my breath, the cool air hitting me a contrast to her warm skin.
My other hand moves down to my belt, sliding the leather free from the loops. Amira’s eyes dart up, watching.
I wrap the belt around her neck, tight enough for her to feel it. To remind her who’s in charge.
She gasps as I stunt her breathing, and the sound travels up my spine like a bolt.
“What a good future wife.” My fingers graze her jaw as I hold the ends of the belt gently in my fist. “Now open for me.”
To be continued…
