Page 30 of Tickled Pink

His hand crawls up my spine and comes to rest on the back of my neck. “Like this?” he asks, his visible breath turning white between us.

I nod as his fingers spread through my hair.

“Do you like this?” he asks, tightening his grip.

I try to kiss him, but he holds me back with a devious glint in his eyes.

“No, no,” he whispers. “Only good girls get kisses.”

I shiver with a sinister plan of my own. My fingers twitch, still lingering on his bulging groin.

“Phoebe…” he says again.

I stroke him through his pants, ignoring his warning. His breath hitches, locking pleasure behind his flexed jawline.

“Fuck,” he says. “Okay, keep going.”

I hold in my laugh as I move my hand, happily putting firm pressure on his throbbing crown with each new stroke.

Thad lifts me up, taking me completely by surprise. I let my laughter free as he guides me toward the roof exit door. He sets me down outside of it and crushes his mouth on mine, easily pinning me to the door with a single firm hand.

My desire grows quickly. I hold his face and kiss him back, each brush of his lips spurring pleasure throughout my entire body.

“Thad,” I moan, “I need you.”

“Fuck.”

He flings the door open and forces the two of us inside. I don’t even make it to the bottom of the short staircase before he grabs me and throws me down on it. The hard wood digs into my back, but the pain isn’t nearly enough to make me stop this. In fact, it pushes me even closer to the edge. I just need to feel him inside of me…

Just a little bit.

I reach for his zipper, but he snatches my hands. He pins them above my head instead, refusing to let me feel the thing I so desperately need.

“Thad,” I whine.

“Shh,” he whispers, a smile on his lips as he presses them against mine.

I submit to him, knowing I’m in good hands. He releases my wrists and feels down my body. My back arches off the stairs as he unzips my jeans. I throw my head back, feeling his kiss on my neck while his hand burrows into my panties.

Thad slides directly past my clit and thrusts a finger deep inside of me. I gasp, trembling from head-to-toe while his chuckle echoes in my ears.

“You like that?” he whispers as he kisses me.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes, what?”

I smile, locked in place. “Yes, sir.”

He slowly slides his finger out of my wetness and I mewl for more. His hand pushes down and I feel him slip his wet digit between my ass cheeks.

I stiffen.

“Shh…” His lips curl. “Be a good girl.”

I tremble beneath his growl. He kisses me softly, coaxing me to relax with a bit of comfort. It works like a damn charm and I crumble to pieces.

His fingertip grazes my anus. Delicious taboo sparks up my spine and I can’t help but let out a tender moan. Thad kisses me, swiping my tongue with his, as he just barely wags his finger.

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