Page 57 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

I tilt my head to the side, staring at him. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

He glares at me and shakes his head. “No.”

I stare at him some more until I felt my face cracking into a stupid wide grin. “You’re a virgin?”

He purses his lips, shooting laser beams at me with his eyes.

“Oh, angel,” I sigh, inhaling his delightful scent. “You fucked up.”

“Wha — How?”

“Now, I will never let you go,” I say, kissing his jaw. “You’re mine.”

“Fuck you, Briar.”

“Oh, I’ll happily let you pop your cherry by fucking me, angel.”

He sputters, blotches of red appearing on his neck and the tip of his ears. Ugh, he’s so fucking adorable.

“Now.” I shove him back against the chair and stand up. He stares at me with confusion before widening when I drop between his knees. “Let me have a taste of that pure virgin cock, please?”

I pull down his zippers, my eyes on him as he stares at me with curiosity and fascination. I can’t help but quiver lightly at how he looks at me. He’s always gorgeous to me, but when he’s not looking at me with hate? He’s fucking devastating.

My eyes widen at the sight before me when I pull him completely out.

There it is, his cock standing tall and proud, precum dripping from the tip. Holy mother of fucks, my man is glorious. How the hell does he walk around with this thing tucked behind his pants all the time?

I blink and look up at him again. “Are you fucking kidding me? You literally have a third leg.”

Oh my god, he’s blushing.

He is blushing.

“Shut up.” He says bitingly, lifting his chin.

I raise a brow as if to ask, “Want to say the safe word?”

He swallows hard again for a few seconds and then gives me a tiny head shake as if he’s hoping I’d miss it.

He doesn’t have to admit it if he doesn’t want to. But he just gave me permission to continue, and who am I to deny my angel?

I grin, my fingers wrapping around his thickness and feeling his smooth skin against my hand as I stroke him slowly up and down, making sure to squeeze tighter when I reach the tip and using his precum as lube.

Jesus, he’s so hot.

Literally and figuratively.

His skin just feels so fucking warm against my palm, and the way he’s staring at me with his gaze swimming with lust and need, I’m surprised I haven’t gotten rid of my clothes for him yet.

His eyes roll as he closes them shut, his head ready to fall back as he groans huskily. “Get your filthy hands off of me.”

Pffft. Yeah, right, am I going to do that? Rurik Campbell is always playing hard to get with me.

“Eyes on me, Rurik. I want you to watch me while I fuck you with my hands until your warm cum shoots out, and I can lick it all up.”

“Fuck,” His eyes fly open, and he looks down at me, his lips parting.

A delicious tingle spreads up my spine with the wild look in his eyes.

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