Page 24 of Rebel Romeo

With a whimper, she nodded. “More than Nate.”

“Very well, Juliet. You just won a little lesson.” She gasped as I reached into the waist of her skirt and tugged each lace side of her panties higher on her hips. Looking down, I groaned at the sight of lace straps riding high above her hip bone.

“The pearls should be pressed against you so that with each step, the beads roll over your sweet, wet clit.” Then I glided my knee up the inside of her thigh, applying the slightest bit of pressure between her thighs.

I slid my knee to the side, shifting the pearls back and forth over her clit. My cock, swollen and hard, pressed into her soft belly as she moaned, her cherry wet lips popping open.

I released the gentle grip on the back of her head and dragged my fingers down the curve of her flushed throat, my mouth watering for just one taste of that flushed skin, so smooth. So flawless. So perfect.

Her thighs began to quake against where they’d settled straddling my knee and her small, sweet tits shuddered up and down with a strangled breath she released.

“H-Holden,” she gasped.

“Tell me to stop and this ends right now. I swear,” I muttered thickly. And I meant it, too. One word from her and I’d back the fuck off.

Her eyes danced over mine, glittering like jewels, but she didn’t ask me to stop. Even still, I knew enough to realize that not asking me to stop also wasn’t consent. And suddenly I needed to hear the words directly from her mouth.

“Tell me, Katherine,” I said, shifting my knee back and forth once more. “Tell me that you want me to continue or I’ll stop. Say the words.”

I froze my movement, waiting. It only took a second of not moving against her for her to whimper and writhe over my knee, churning her greedy hips for more. “Holden, please?—”

“Words, Katherine. Say it.”

“Please make me…” the words faded on her tongue. It was too graphic for her non-swearing mouth to say. “Please… show me how to use the panties,” she rephrased it.

“Good girl,” I praised. I was totally in control. The picture of restraint. Discipline.

I didn’t take her mouth in a kiss.

I didn’t squeeze those tight, perky tits in my itchy palms.

I didn’t drift my hand up her skirt or peek at the ripe fruit beneath.

I stayed perfectly still, my hard cock pressing into her soft belly as I resumed moving my knee back and forth. Dampness coated the leg of my pants and I groaned as her breath grew faster and trembled.

“Does it feel good, Katherine?” I growled in her ear. “Does it feel good rubbing your sweet, greedy clit on me?”

“Y-yes.” Her head fell back against the brick, eyes drifting closed, the column of her throat on display to me like an offering.

Fuuuuuuck.

I picked up the pace, pressing harder against her. Faster. And her hips circled over me frantically, seeking release.

“Open your eyes,” I demanded. “Look at me.”

With a shy nod, she looked directly at me.

Shy.

She looked fucking shy as if she wasn’t grinding her drenched pussy, riding my knee like a cowgirl while my rigid cock grew with each pulse of her hips. Lust flared in her stunning eyes as she pulled that bottom lip between a clamp of white teeth.

I gripped her hips tightly, taking the straps of the thong, still peeking out from the waist of her skirt and tugged them firmly higher.

A surprised mewl grunted from her parted lips. “I-I’m c-coming. Holden, I’m coming.”

The dirty word tripped over her lips like a foreign language on her tongue and she heaved a shallow breath, her body trembling over top of me and fuck me if I couldn’t feel the ripples of her pleasure against my thigh.

It was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen, watching her come undone. Watching sweet, reserved, conservative, goofy Katherine turn into a sexy, writhing kitten. Watching her cream down her thighs.

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