Page 72 of Rebel

Sipping my Champagne, I pet her slick pussy as she slides lower into her chair to give me better access. Beck Danvers might act all high and mighty, but she wants this. She wants to be a bad girl. She wants to be touched and fucked, knowing anyone could see.

She wants me, even if she hates that.

The proof is right there on my fingers as I circle her greedy hole and cover them in her cream. I want to taste it so badly, but I know if I stop touching her, she will close up again. No, I get one shot with Beck Danvers, and I am not fucking it up.

I may not have wanted her here, and I maybe even hated her a little at the beginning, but I’ve always wanted her.

She fucked Trav and Kolton, and she is going to fuck me. We both know it, it’s just a matter of time, but for now, I’ll show her what she’s missing.

I spare her another glance to see her teeth digging into her plump lower lip, and jealousy roars through me. I wish I were digging my teeth in there, swallowing her moans and tasting her, but I settle for sliding my fingers over her pussy and rubbing her clit. I take great satisfaction when she jerks, banging her knee into the table. Everyone looks at her, and her cheeks flame.

“So clumsy, pretty girl. Maybe you should slow down.” I nod at her drink, but we both know what I mean.

Clearing her throat, she smiles shakily. “Sorry,” she tells them, and when everyone glances back at the stage where the speech is still going on, she spares me a glare. Winking, I circle her clit slowly as we stare at each other. I watch her pupils dilate, her plump lips part, and her cheeks heat even further.

There has never been a more beautiful sight, and when she rolls her hips slightly, my cock nearly bursts from my pants, pressing uncomfortably against the zipper. I debate throwing her over my shoulder, hauling her to the bathroom, bending her over, and fucking her raw and hard, but I know she would be pissed.

Later, I tell myself.

I wanted to give her pleasure, to drive her crazy, but it seems I’m doing the same thing to myself.

Focusing on what makes her eyes slide shut, what makes her hips lift, and what makes her gulp her Champagne to stop from crying out, I store it away like I do when I’m learning a new instrument, memorizing it to perfect my performance.

She likes when I rub her clit softly. It drives her mad when I circle it, but when I pinch it? The girl almost screams. I have so many naughty ideas filling my head, and I file them away for next time—and there will be a next time. I’ve barely touched Beck and I want more. I want to see her come apart under me. I want to see those delicious curves marked by my mouth and hands as I hammer into her little cunt.

I want to rip her apart and make her mine.

Sliding my slick fingers down, I thrust two inside her, and she chokes on her sip of Champagne. Trav pats her back, silently checking on her. She waves him away, lifting slightly from the chair as if to escape me, but I just work them deeper, twisting and curling them until I find that spot that has her white-knuckling the tablecloth as she tries to fight back her own desire.

I twist my hand so I can grind my palm into her clit, fucking her with my fingers. Her tight, wet channel grips me hard, and my cock jerks. I know she would fuck just like that too, and it’ll be fucking amazing.

I can’t wait until I’m buried inside this girl.

If she’s not careful, I’ll do it right here and now and scar all these rich, snobby bastards as I claim my pretty girl.

She fights it, though, even as she takes my fingers. I feel her holding back, trying to stop her release as I finger her.

The speech will only last so long, and I don’t want her getting caught, so I up my tempo, watching her shudder. Her eyes close for a moment before they snap open as if remembering where she is.

“Come on, pretty girl, let me feel you let go,” I tell her. “Or I could slip to my knees?—”

Her head swings around quickly as she eyes me.

“Then come for me, Beck,” I whisper seductively and lean in as if I’m whispering about the speech.

“They’ll see,” she replies, panicking.

Gripping her hair, I tug her closer so she can hide her head against my shoulder like she’s whispering something to me as I nod. “Now they won’t, pretty girl. Let go, come for me.”

Like she had been holding back, I feel her bite my shoulder with a low whine as her cunt clenches on my fingers. Her release racks her body as it gushes around me. I fuck her through it until she releases me and sits back.

Smirking, I pull my fingers from her pussy and pat her softly before righting her thong and dress.

I swipe my thumb under her lips as her eyes widen. “Your lipstick is smeared, pretty girl.” Swallowing, I watch her tongue dart out and taste her cream I left behind.

I turn away before I claim that bratty little mouth. Instead, I dip my fingers in my Champagne like I’m bored, mixing her cream in it. Turning back to her, I down it.

I moan as her sweet taste mixes with the bubbles of the drink. “Best Champagne I’ve ever had,” I tell her as she looks away.

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