Page 86 of Forced Vows

The offer to cut a slit for access dies a quick death. I want to feast on every inch of her silky skin, but especially the honeyed depths between her legs.

I leave the knife out though.

Róise squirms against me. "Let me down."

Since I can't think of a way to get that jumpsuit off without releasing her, I do. Then I send a quick text to Allessio and Zoey

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Miceli: Do not let anyone near the boathouse until we come out.

Both reply with an okay emoji.

When I look up Róise is already down to her panties, bra and socks. She scampers over to the seating area, her ass and tits jiggling.

She settles into a big white armchair and takes off her socks, but leaves her lingerie on. Her small feet come up to rest on the ottoman, her knees spread so I can see the wet spot on the crotch of her panties.

Reclining backward, she waves her hand at me. "Strip for me."

Her throaty voice goes straight to my balls.

She wants me to strip for her? "By the time I'm naked, you'll be panting for me."

"I already am."

Her breath is coming in little gasps, making her fleshy mounds rise and fall with each one.

I toe off my socks and know immediately why she kept hers on. The water friendly tile floor is cold as ice. But I'm hot enough to melt it. Ignoring the sting against the bottom of my feet, I unbuckle my belt and pull it from the loops, tossing it to land near her feet on the ottoman.

With a startled sound, she jumps. "Throwing things at me is not sexy."

"Everything about you is sexy."

A blush darkens her cheeks, but she snarks, "And that makes you want to throw things?"

"Just my belt." I have plans for it.

Unzipping my slacks, I let them fall to the floor. And then I wait. Her hungry gaze eats up my legs and she swallows, her fingers digging into the arms of the chair.

Only when those pretty green eyes lock on the tent in my black silk knit boxers do I start to slide the waistband over my straining erection.

When the head comes into view, she licks her lips.

I slide the waistband down a couple of inches, letting her see more of my engorged cock.

"You're teasing me," she pants.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

Her eyes meet mine for a brief second before going straight back to my sex. "I thought it was."

Shoving my boxers the rest of the way off, I let my cock bob free. So hard, I can feel the pressure of the blood rushing through it, my dick sticks straight up.

Róise moans and shifts, like she's going to get up.

"Don't move." I grab myself, running my calloused hand up and down the aching shaft.

"Then you come here," she orders.

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