Page 58 of Little Blue

Mine.

I’m like a fucking caveman. I’m the Neanderthal she accuses me of being.

When I hook my fingers into the band of her simple panties, my cock jumps in my pants. I’ve never needed—never wanted a woman like this. Like I might burst if I don’t have her.

She tugs on her restraints, protesting in whimpers as I drag the material down the length of her legs. I grin when she tries to lock her knees together, as though that will stop me.

I’m much stronger than her.

With her panties on the floor, I spread her legs and look down at my prize.

She’s exquisite. Glistening wet and so fucking pink.

My dick leaks hopeful desire in my pants, and I harden my jaw as I move my rough palms over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her body is still now. So still, I’m not even sure she’s breathing, but as I drag the pad of my thumb down the seam of her sex, she sucks in a breath so sharp, the sound cuts through the darkness and grips my dick.

I curse low as I watch my thumb sink into her wet warmth. “I want to bury myself inside you and forget the world around us.”

She doesn’t reply, but I can feel her watching me. Her chest is rising and falling with quick, heavy pants now. They fill the silence, a desperate melody to the wet sound of my thumb now sliding up and down her pussy. When I hit the little bead at the top of her sex, her breath hitches, belly sucking in as her hips rock into the bed as though trying to escape my touch. She’s sensitive. Innocent.

Fucking perfect.

I circle the bead with my thumb, stroking once before I give it a quick little pinch.

Her hips buck into my touch, and she cries out a sound that reverberates in my dick. My balls are so tight, so swollen with need for her, it’s a feat I’ve maintained the control I have when she so often strips me of every ounce I possess.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her softly, my eyes drifting the length of her body and settling on her face in time to see the bloom of pink in her cheeks. “I could look at you like this for the rest of my days. I’d never be bored. Never tire of this.”

“Stop—” she gasps. “Talking.”

I grin. “Having a hard time focusing, Little Blue?”

She makes a throaty noise as I dip my thumb down her cunt, sliding just the tip into her wet hole. Need grips me like a vice as her pussy clenches and her hips rock, her body begging with words she won’t allow her mouth to form. She wants me, too. Or at least her body does.

And tonight, that’s good enough for me.

I have the rest of our lives to drive her mad.

I sit between her thighs and watch as I sink my thumb into her pussy, pulling back and sinking it in again and again until she’s twisting from side to side, her legs a clamp on either side of my body.

“You like it when I fuck you with my thumb?”

She mumbles something unintelligible about hating me.

I laugh, dark and low. “Tell me how you want to come.”

A less inaudible “fuck you,” merges with her moan.

I quicken the thrust of my thumb, my cock jutting up in my lap as it strains for her warmth.

Fuck, I fucking need her.

With my free hand, I shove roughly at the material of my pants. My throbbing dick springs free and her eyes snap wide as I fuck her harder with my thumb, careful now not to go too deep.

“No!” Her heels dig into the bed. “You said you wouldn’t.”

“Shhh,” I command. “Watch.”

Her wide eyes fall to my dick as I grip it with my free fist, hissing in between my teeth as I stroke the length once, twice. Flames bloom in her cheeks as her breasts heave with each breath.

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