Page 31 of Satin Empire

“Want to still give it to me?” I sit down and cross my legs, resting my arms across the back of the couch. “Go ahead, I’m interested. Maybe do some of those dance moves you broke out the other night too?”

That gets a little smile. “No thanks. I don’t want to get assaulted again.”

“I think you definitely do want my hands on your tits, only this time we won’t have an audience.” My eyebrow quirks. “Unless that’s your thing?”

“No, that’s not my thing,” she says, cheeks turning pink.

“What’s your thing then? Got any kinks I should know about? I’m pretty open to most stuff, but I need to be warned in advance.”

“I don’t have any kinks,” she says, looking like her face is about to burst into flames.

“That you know about, anyway.” I touch a finger to my lips, pretending to consider. Okay, I take it back, I guess I do want to tease her. It’s too fucking easy. “I’d be happy to explore the depths of your sexuality if you want. Should we start with something vanilla? Come over here and sit on my face for a while.”

“Oh my god,” she says, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me.

I bat it away, laughing, and reach out before she can jump back. I catch her by the waist of her jeans and yank her forward, getting an adorable little yelp as she lands on my lap, her knees straddling me, her crotch pressed down against mine. Her hands end up on my chest, her mouth open and eyes wide in surprise, and I tilt my head while still holding onto her jeans, keeping her from escaping.

“Should we establish a safe word?” I murmur.

“How about fuck you?”

I make a face. “Eh, that’s not great. It’s got to be something you wouldn’t normally say to me.”

She rolls her eyes, but she’s got a little smile on her face. That’s good—I’m guessing today is really stressful for her. Moving from her family home can’t be easy, and fucking around with her might be a good way of breaking some of this goddamn tension.

“Didn’t we already establish this rule?” she asks, wriggling her hips. If she’s trying to get away, she really should stop. My cock is rapidly stiffening and in about one second, she’s going to feel me pressing up against her gorgeous little pussy, and all that motion’s going to take on a very different character.

“Remind me again what I’m not supposed to do. I’m not very good at following rules, honestly.”

She lets out a surprised whimper and yep, she can definitely feel how hard I am. Her legs clamp down and she stops moving, but there’s a heat flowing between us now, and I tilt my head, giving her an inviting smile. I’m not going to apologize for getting hard—the girl’s in my fucking lap and I didn’t tell her to start moving around like that—and I’m not about to let her go, either.

“Carlo,” she says, speaking very slowly, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Is that your, uh?—”

“Yes, baby? Is that my what?” I ask as innocently as possible, fighting a smile so hard I’m afraid I might pull a muscle in my face.

“Your dick,” she says in a tiny voice.

“My what?”

“You asshole,” she hisses. “You’re hard right now.”

I grab her hips and push her down tighter, pretending like I’m surprised. “Oh, shit. You’re right. How’d that happen?”

“This isn’t funny.” But she’s not trying to get away. Instead, she’s starting to move her hips again. Slowly, in very small circles, but she’s absolutely grinding up and down my length, and it feels so fucking good. I haven’t been dry-humped in a very long time but I’m not complaining.

“You’re right. It’s really not.”

“Should I be flattered? Seems like it didn’t take much for me to get you all excited.”

“Baby, you could breathe on me, and I’d get rock solid. You sitting there in my lap, moving around and looking at me like you want to strangle me—I’m made of iron right now, and if you’re going to keep moving those hips, I’m going to light your fucking rules on fire.”

“Oh, yeah?” She’s moving faster now, panting slightly, her lips open. I stare at her teeth and tongue, and release the front of her jeans, placing my hands on her hips.

“Last warning,” I say and it comes out as a strangled snarl. Fuck, it feels good, and her innocent teasing is driving me crazy. I don’t know how this got turned around on me, but here I am, getting dry-humped to fucking completion. I’m going to come in my goddamn pants if she keeps going.

“You want me to stop?” She pouts and now she’s the one fighting a smile. “I thought you liked it.”

“Alright, baby, enough.” I grab her ass and roll her over. She gasps in surprise as I pin her down on the couch, her legs spread and my hips thrust up against her pelvis. She can feel my stiff cock yearning for her, and she grinds against me again, breathing louder now.

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