Page 199 of Remy

Through the low light I can just make out the confused narrowing of his eyes.

“You’ve made me come twice.” I curl my fingers in his shirt. “Let me return the favor.”

A heavy huff of breath leaves his nose.

I grow emboldened, undoing one of his buttons.

“Do you want me to hate myself?” he snarls. “Is that it?”

“That’s not going to happen. You’re not going to sleep with me.”

“You think you could hold me back?” He grinds the hardness of his dick against me.

I smother a whimper. “I know I can,” I lie. I have no clue what I’m capable of when it comes to resisting him. But I have to try. “You won’t force me. And I’m telling you now, sex isn’t on the table.”

“Is that right?” He weaves a hand around my waist, roughly yanking me harder against his cock. “So what is on the table?”

I release another button and raise on the tips of my toes, leaning into him, my lips a breath from his ear. “I want your cock in my mouth.”

His low rumble of laughter is menacing. Fucking dark and electrifying.

“You want me to fuck that gorgeous face in a shadowed hall while your dad sleeps a few rooms away?”

I nod, breathless.

He hauls me into my bedroom and closes the door behind us. “That’s not how this works, my pretty little Pyro.” He flicks on the light, blinding me.

I snap my eyes closed and hide my face against his neck.

“If you want to open the floodgates—” His voice rumbles. “—then you do it while I can see those plush lips stretched around my cock.”

Holy. Hell.

I bite my lower lip, fighting to contain my lust.

“Get on your knees,” he demands.

I clench my core, breathing through the crazy amount of adrenaline coursing through me as I lower in front of him.

“Have you done this before?” He stares down at me, gaze intense, his body practically thrumming with desire.

“No.”

His nostrils flare. He may not enjoy the prospect of my virginity, but he wants this. Needs it. “Are you sure about this?”

I nod, nervous and wildly excited at the same time.

He’s quiet a moment, watching, scrutinizing. “Then undo my belt and lower my zipper.”

I reach out trembling hands, unclasping the leather belt, my heart thumping with the grate of the zipper.

“Pull out my cock.”

I do that, too, releasing the massive length of him from his boxer briefs to take in the sight of him.

He’s beautiful, all thick and engorged, his pubic hair trimmed.

He drags his hand over my jaw, his thumb delicately grazing my cheek. “Good girl.”

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