Page 98 of The Villain

I laugh softly, “I want to know what you like and you’re going to show me. So I can do it perfectly every time we shower together.”

“Fuck,” he spits through gritted teeth, and his hand moves to stroke his erection. He squeezes tight and jerks roughly. My breath falters at the sight.

His head leans back into my chest as his eyes close.

“Are you picturing me?”

“Yes,” his voice is low and angry.

“Jacking you off or swallowing you?”

His movements get faster.

“Both. Either. As long as it’s you.”

I sink to rest my chin on his shoulder, watching him work. The head peeks in and out of his fist, the flesh darkening as if it’s just as angry as he is.

I rub a hand down his forearm to hold his wrist lightly. Feeling the muscles work as he tightens and relaxes his hold.

“Talk to me,” he grunts. His thighs jump as the pressure builds inside him.

“Do you like my voice when I’m this wet?” I move my hand from his throat to his lips and clamp it over his mouth.

He gives a muffled protest, and I press harder.

“Tap if you need to, or I’m not stopping,” I bite down on his shoulder and rub my fingers over his forearm to feel the muscles jump.

“Show me how hard you’re going to fuck me.”

A sharp, muffled grunt reaches me, and his nostrils flare as his breathing gets erratic.

“You have five minutes left. Are you close?”

He gives a muted shake of his head.

“Too bad. I’m going to be soaking through my panties, imagining how much it hurts for you. Hard all day with no relief. I’ll even show you just to keep you motivated for later tonight.”

His fist falters to start pulling in long, hard strokes. Not the speed from before. Something to use as a tease.

“Is this how you’ll fuck me? Slow and rough?”

My only response is a broken moan.

My heart is pounding as I watch, my skin wracked with goosebumps.

“You’re being so good for me. Are you sure you don’t want to show me more? I want to see you cum. Do that for me.”

His hips shift, and I can feel his teeth grinding beneath my hand.

“Come on, statue. Show me more.”

I let his lips go to press my palm against his lower abs and dig my fingers into the straining muscles. They’re spasming constantly. He’s so close. He gasps in breaths through his mouth, his eyes opening to watch me with dark gray need. Whatever he sees spurs his hand faster.

“Harder. I’ll want to feel you all day tomorrow.”

“Fuck. Evie,” he pants and presses his face into my neck. His hand starts moving in long, sharp movements, his hips lifting a little for each thrust. His mouth opens on my throat to bite down softly, licking away the sting.

“That’s it. Show me how you cum.”

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