“Do you know how badly I want to palm my dick and slide deep into this virginal pussy?”
“Do it,” she begs.
I clench my jaw, fighting temptation. “Not tonight.”
She turns her face to mine, her eyes glazed with hunger. “But you will? Eventually?”
There’s no denying it.
I no longer possess the willpower to do the right thing.
I’m going to fuck her. Just not here. Not now.
When I finally succumb she’ll be sober, and we’ll be some place better than against a seedy behind-the-scenes wall of a club.
“Yes.” I hold her gaze as I glide the vibrator inside her. “I’m definitely going to fuck you. That tight pussy will feel so fucking good around my cock.”
Her eyes widen, her breath hitching once, twice.
“Remy.” She comes undone, lips parted, neck arching.
The beauty of it steals my sanity.
She’s a fucking mirage. Too exquisite to be mine.
I slide my hand up her throat, over her chin. Without being coaxed, she tilts her head forward, moaning as she wraps her mouth around two of my fingers, her cheeks hollowing with unholy suction.
I snarl. Dick throbbing. Reality spiraling. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”
She’s everything.
My pleasure. My pain. My suffering.
I drag my fingers from her lips and claim her mouth with my own, reveling in her groans, drowning in her bliss.
I need more of her.
All of her.
I kiss her as her crest peaks, her nails gradually losing the bite of ferocity, her limbs slowly softening with pliancy.
She hums with contentment, and I inch back to see her blissed out and glowing.
“You’re crazy,” she rasps.
I incline my head and retract the vibrator from inside her. “Crazy for you, my pretty little Pyro.”
She smiles, the expression blindingly infectious.
“You know you used to flinch when I called you that.” I remove the device from her panties and turn it off.
“I didn’t like it before.” Her body turns to putty against mine.
“And now?”
She blinks up at me in a lust-drunk haze. “Now it makes me feel closer to you. Like we’re not so different.”
We are different.