Page 91 of Mr. Wicked

The only way this erection was going to go away was if I lubed up my palm and rubbed one out or if I walked across the living room and went into her room.

But even if I jerked myself off, I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Not with her so easily accessible. Not with her so close by.

Not with my brain obsessing over every fucking detail of her.

Goddamn it.

I threw off the covers and stormed out of my bedroom, my cock pulsing with each step, my balls throbbing. As I entered the hallway of the guest wing, there was no light coming from under her door. There were no sounds either.

Whatever she was doing in that room, she was doing it silently and in the dark.

My hand paused an inch from the doorknob.

The last time I’d tried to turn it, it was locked. She’d been in the shower and didn’t want me in her room.

Had she done that again?

I grabbed the handle and it immediately twisted. She’d left it unlocked.

In my head, she’d done that because she wanted me to come in, and she wanted me to cross that boundary.

Maybe under a different circumstance, I would have knocked. I would have given her a warning before shoving myself into her room.

But I had zero desire to pause.

To act like a gentleman.

If she was going to kick me out, it was going to happen to my face.

I walked through the doorway, the screen of her phone lighting up her face, so I could catch eyes with her while she lay in bed.

“What’s wrong—”

Her voice cut off when I pressed my knee onto the mattress and crawled my way up to her, hovering over her body. My hand held her cheek and I aimed her mouth up to mine. “I want you and I can’t wait another fucking second to have you. That’s what’s wrong.”

She said nothing, just dropped the phone and circled her arms around my neck.

Once her grip was tightened around me, I devoured her lips, parting them with my tongue, and I slipped through the center, diving straight into her taste.

And what a fucking flavor that was.

One that I’d thought about since our last date.

But even then it hadn’t been enough, and it wasn’t now either.

I needed more.

I leaned up, putting my weight on my knees, and once both arms were free, I began tearing off her tank top. As soon as I had it over her head, I tossed it on the ground and reached for her shorts, yanking them down her legs.

I needed all of her.

With nothing separating us.

To be able to touch her wherever I wanted without any clothing getting in the way.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I glanced down at her, the lights from the adjacent building creating just enough glow that I could view every bit of her skin.

Her perfect tits.

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