Page 77 of Look, Don't Touch

She doesn’t stop. No. She grips my ass and pulls me closer. My cock pummels her throat, and she swallows. I feel her muscles work around me, and my restraint shatters.

I force my eyes open and my gaze back to the siren at my feet. I grip her hair and pump into her, just one fucking go, and I’m shooting down her throat. The noises that filter from her are vulgar and so damn hot.

My body winds tight. Pleasure is siphoned to the surface and sucked out of me until I’m a gasping mess. My shoulders find the wall, which is good because I’d have hit the ground otherwise.

Hailey cleans me up with her mouth and tongue, then situates my clothes. As she tucks my shirt into my pants, my cock stirs to life.

When she stands, her lips are redder than ever, swollen and puffy. I want her without a blindfold, without a bench, without the walls between us. Two out of three will have to do. “Your bedroom, now.”

She leads me with wide eyes and a bare ass. If she walked out onto 5th Avenue, I’d follow and fuck her there too.

The room she walks into is lit by warm sconces on either side of the bed. Green velvet lines the walls, and her bedding is green too. It’s different, just like the blue velvet living room. It suits her. She stops at the foot of the bed and turns to face me. I don’t stop until our shoes touch.

My fingers go to the buttons she unfastened earlier. I grab either side of her shirt and pull, stripping buttons from the fabric. Her gasp fills my ears. I seal my mouth over hers and drink it in. My palm settles on the center of her back, and I pull her closer until her lacy breasts are pressed to my front.

Looking down at Hailey, I feel powerful. It’s like her lust fuels my own. It blocks out any thought of the past and forces me to be here, now, with her.

I grip her jaw with my other hand and move her where I want her. Closer. Open. Mine. She mews into my mouth, and her hips roll against my thigh. Her fingers claw at my jacket. Then I realize she’s trying to get it off. I let her go enough that she can remove it and then snatch her back close. With the heavy fabric gone, I can feel her even better.

It’s like holding happiness in my arms.

Her fingers rove my face, and I press into her touch. I’m transfixed and transformed in her grip.

“Arlo.” She breathes my name into my mouth. I gobble it up. I pull her hair and nibble her neck, her collarbone, and make my way to her lacy breasts. The fabric grates my tongue. I relish the bits of skin that warm it. Her nipple puckers, and I suck it into my mouth. I feast.

My hands at her waist mold her hips to my touch as my lips milk her skin. My tongue learning her taste.

I work my way up to her lips once more and her fingers toy with my shirt. The buttons specifically. I trap her hands under one of mine and pull back. “Not yet.”

Her puffy lips part. “Of course, I…” She nods. “Whatever you want. Whenever you want it.”

If only that were true. I want her fucking heart. I want to eat it one bite at a time, so anyone who ever tries to hurt her again has to go through me.

She’s still under this sexual surrogate notion. I need to tell her here and now that she’s everything to me.

Her hand slips down my body, cupping me through my pants. She massages every ounce of good sense out of my head and into my cock.

“On the bed,” I manage.

The tattered shirt falls to the floor as she scrambles onto the bed and turns to face me. Her hair cascades in waves around her shoulders and down her back. Marks litter her skin from my hands and mouth.

“Lie back. Hug your boots to your chest.”

She does as I command.

“Now, pull them wide. Show me every filthy hole you have.”

Her moan is a drug. The fact that she opens herself to me, that she shows me everything I want is a lethal dose.

I climb onto the bed and study her blatantly. Every nook. Every crevice.

“Mmm.” I lift her ass, exposing her more. “I want to eat you whole.”

“Yes.” She nods emphatically.

“Do you know what that means, Hailey?”

Her green eyes go wide on me.

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