Page 41 of Cruel Mate

Her own face started to redden, and oddly, it only made Zander want her more. She was such an innocent, and yet it had been her who had practically attacked him in the woods that night. Just remembering it made him harden all over again.

“I…I should go,” Layla mumbled, but she stayed where she was, seemingly unable to stop looking at him.

The embarrassment on her face was clear, but so was the desire that glistened in her eyes. The way she bit her lip said she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

“No! Stay,” he urged her. “Stay with me.”

Layla took a hesitant step forward into the bathroom and Zander did all he could think to do. He stood and started to stroke himself once more, enjoying the look of shock and desire in her eyes.

“This is what you have done to me,” he admitted breathlessly, closing the distance between them. “I’ve tried to control myself. I’ve tried my hardest to respect you and your wishes, but I just…I can’t stop fantasizing about you.”

Leaning over her, his arm braced against the door frame behind her, he pressed his forehead against hers. “Do you think about me, too?”

He heard her gulp, felt her quivering against him. Deep down he knew the answer. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t still be standing there.

He was certain he’d heard her late at night, moaning with pleasure. Whether in her sleep or not, he had heard her. And just thinking about it now made him want to take her right there.

But he couldn’t. She had made no move to touch him, and so he continued to stroke himself, unable to stop with the object of his desire standing right before him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. I need this so desperately,” he said through gritted teeth. He knew he should stop but he couldn’t. “I can’t stop thinking about you and those short dresses. Those short shorts…”

“They are all that fit,” Layla whispered back, and her lips barely brushed his. He wanted to kiss her so badly, yet he remained frozen, waiting for her to make a move. She didn’t; instead, she asked, “What do you think about?”

Fuck! he growled aloud. Could he really admit all he thought about? What if he said too much? What if he frightened her away?

Yet, here he was, cock in hand, so close to climax, and here she was, standing before him as if she could not move either.

Chapter 16 - Layla

She should leave, Layla knew that well enough. But the sight of Zander touching himself was too damn hot to resist. Just knowing that he had been jerking off, thinking of her as he did so, made her want him even more madly than before.

Yet she remained frozen, leaning back against the door frame as he hovered over her, stroking his cock with his forehead rested against her own. She wanted to reach out and grip hold of him, to touch him and pleasure him herself, but she found she couldn’t move. She could barely even speak as she asked, “What do you think about?”

“Are you sure you really want to know?” Zander’s tone was low, dangerous. Layla met his gaze, bit her lip and nodded.

Heart hammering in her chest, she leaned back against the door frame, clutching the wood behind her to keep from touching him. He was doing enough of that for the both of him, and hell, she liked it.

“Mmm…” Zander moaned, stroking himself in slow, languid tugs. He closed his eyes as if he were imagining all the things he’d like to do to her. “I think of how your dresses hitch up when you bend over your flowerbed, and how I’d come in from behind and squeeze that peachy ass of yours.”

Layla blushed. Nobody had ever called her ass peachy before. She could practically feel his hands squeezing. Yet, he didn’t touch her. He didn’t need to—his words were enough to make her breathless.

“Then what would you do?” she asked in little more than a whisper.

“I’d tear off those little lace panties you seem to love teasing me with and put them in your mouth to gag you while I entered you slowly, right there in your garden.”

Layla panted for breath. She had never been gagged with her own panties before. It ought to have sounded disgusting, but coming from him, it was the most erotic thing she had ever heard. Her pussy was throbbing. She gripped more tightly onto the door frame.

Zander seemed to need no more prompting. His eyes screwed tighter and he stroked harder, his entire body quivering as he continued, “I’d reach around and rub your clit while slamming into you from behind. I wouldn’t stop until you begged me to. I’d make you cum over and over until you could barely stay on your knees.”

Layla’s stomach tightened with desire, and she bit her lip harder as she realized what was coming. Zander was talking about making her climax over and over. He barely even seemed to care for his own climax in this fantasy of his, and as if thinking about her climaxing all over his cock sent him over the edge, he growled through gritted teeth, “Oh, fuck, Layla!”

And then it was all over. His hand grew still and the salty, sweet scent of his cum hit Layla’s nostrils.

Before he opened his eyes, she licked her lips, wishing she dared to get down on her knees and taste him. But instead, she remained right where she was, back pressed almost painfully against the door frame.

“Feel better?” she dared to ask when he finally opened his eyes and gave her a slightly embarrassed half-smile.

“Much, thank you,” he growled, grabbing a hand towel to clean himself up. The way he looked at her was predatory, and it did nothing to help the desire built up inside her. Yet, he was satisfied, wasn’t he? What need did he have of her now?

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