“You want me,” he said. It was not a question.
“Yes,” she whispered, as his hand slid between her ass cheeks, parting them, sliding lower to touch the damp, narrow seam. A soft moan of pleasure echoed in the room.
His eyes flared with heat. “You’re so wet.” He ran a finger across the plump folds of her pussy lips. “I want to taste you, lick you,” he told her hoarsely. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”
If this had been anyone else but him, his crude language would’ve offended her, but she was beyond right and wrong. Pleasure was all that mattered now. “Ah…I…,” she trailed off.
The full power of his personality blazed at out at her, an enigmatic smile spread over his face and slid his tongue slowly across her lower lip. He took it tenderly between his teeth, nipping her. “What do you want?” he murmured. “Tell me.”
“Anything you want,” she rasped. “Just don’t stop touching me. Please.”
© Bella Ross 2012