Page 53 of Little Blue

I scoff. “You wish.”

His cocky grin widens.

My core clenches.

Dang, but he’s pretty.

With my palms in his shoulders, I do my best to shove him off me. He laughs. “I don’t think so.”

His hands wrap around my wrists, pulling them high above my head as he grinds into me again and again. He’s playing my body like a guitar, strumming a song I vowed never to play.

I hate him, I remind myself.

I hate him. I hate him. Oh, God, that feels sooo good.

He wraps both my wrists in one big hand as I struggle to free myself at the same time, I do everything I can to wrangle control of my hedonistic body that should NOT be responding to him.

Oh, Hell…

“It wasn’t my intention to be away from you for so long.” He catches my jaw when I try to look away from him, keeping my hands pinned to the bed above my head. “It could not be helped. But I thought of you every day.” He gives his hips another slow drag over my center. I shudder, my breath hitching as I bite my bottom lip to keep my cry restrained. Desire lights the wick in his eyes, igniting them. “I craved you every night. The scent of cookies plagued me, and I wondered—do you taste as sweet as you smell?”

A shuddering, “Oh,” whispers across my lips as the pressure of his strokes increases.

I think—I think my panties are wet.

“I promised myself I’d steal a taste when I returned.” He drags his hand down the side of my torso to my hip, holding me in place as he strokes the length of his arousal over my core. “Then I found you in a bed that wasn’t mine.” He tsks. Fear flutters in my chest and I make my first attempt to free my bound hands. I fail. His voice drops in pitch. “I think you’ve earned a punishment, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs again. It’s a rich, decadent, sinful sound.

My core clenches. He strokes his arousal into me, and I feel a spill of sticky, hot, wet heat pool in my panties.

Oh, no.

My cheeks burn.

I have no control over my own body. He’s manipulating me.

“I promised myself a taste,” he continues. “But now I think I’ll taste more than your mouth.”

“Wh-what?” I gasp, because I swear to all that’s holy, my panties are soaked through. It won’t be long before I’ll have soaked his pants, and he’ll know that I want him.

The idea of him knowing that he’s made me feel this need has a new kind of fear blooming inside me. Digging my heels in the bed, I thrust my hips up in a vain attempt to buck him off me. All it does is spread me more for him. My swollen, throbbing wet pussy spreads as the ridge of his cock glides over the slippery wet material of my panties, his thick tip notching my clit and pulling a reluctant cry from the depths of me.

My ass slams back to the bed as horror lashes across my heart.

Oh no. I just moaned for him.

I clamp my teeth down on my lip.

“Oh,” he makes a dark sound. “On second thought, this doesn’t end until I hear you come.”

“But you said…”

“I don’t need to fuck you to make you come, Little Blue.” With those words, he crashes his mouth to mine.

My pussy clenches, trying and failing to stop the ache of knowing, instinctively, that it wants to be filled. Needs to be filled.

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