Page 68 of The Pakhan

But hell if my beast wasn’t even more famished. Her voluptuous breasts were right there, her nipples begging to be plucked and sucked. Oh, I was such a bad man and at this moment, I couldn’t care less.

I could blame her. She was the cause of my unconditional need.

As she tugged the material down, taking my boxers with her actions, she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip in appreciation. “You are one hot man. Did anyone ever tell you that?” She took her time to unbutton my shirt, tugging the material up and pushing it aside. Her nostrils flared as she rubbed both her palms all the way down, kneading my abdomen.

If she wasn’t very careful, I wouldn’t be able to control myself around her.

“No one who mattered.”

“Your wife?”

I rolled my fingers down her arm. “That was a long time ago, Caroline. There is no comparison and never will be.”

She seemed to appreciate and accept the answer, finally planting her hands on either side of me. “What matters to you at this point in your life?”

The blonde hair was so much better on her, although I did appreciate her creativity and spunk. As she swept the strands over my chest and down, I was about ready to lose all control around her.

It was interesting that no one had really asked me that before. Maybe it was because I’d been born into this world, this dangerous life. I had to think about my answer and it didn’t come easy. “Happiness. Enjoying the moment.”

Not only did she seem surprised by my answer, but pleased. When she nodded, it was as if we’d just gotten a little bit closer. At the end of the day, that’s what everyone wanted. Wasn’t it? I’d just lost myself in grief and guilt to the point I hadn’t been living at all.

She was determined to tease me, the pouty look on her face fueling my already raging libido. However, just being able to watch her becoming less inhibited, enjoying the moment we were sharing was a hopeful reminder of what could be. Was that ridiculous of me given the circumstances? You bet. Were my daughters likely to be incensed? Perhaps, but they knew somewhere in their minds I was a proponent of allowing them to live their lives their way.

Within reason of course. I was a father after all, the responsibilities huge.

As Caroline continued stroking me, daring to rub her lace-covered pussy across my already throbbing cock, my mind shifted away from anything else but needing her.

Taking her.

When I slowly rubbed the fingertips of one hand down from her neck to her chest, she gave me a sly look. “You should be careful tempting a wolf.”

“I thought you were more of a ferocious lion.” She curled her fingers, clawing the air and roaring. It was perhaps the cutest thing she’d done so far.

But my patience was waning, my need for her increasing. I continued my slight exploration, brushing one finger around her right nipple then her left. I allowed my heated gaze to follow my sinful path, taking my time crawling my hand down her stomach. Yet when I reached her panties, I sucked in my breath, cupping her beautiful and very wet mound.

“You’re a hungry little girl.”

“You make me that way.”

“Be careful. You’re in the lion’s den now.”

She smiled and the room felt on fire. As she ground her hips back and forth across my cock again, dancing to the light music she’d turned on earlier, it was impossible not to smile.

But I was finished with being patient. I slipped my fingers under the tiny waistband of her thong. It took nothing for my strong hand and wrist, twisting and snapping it backward.

Gasping, she laughed as I twirled the ruined material around my finger.

“You owe me a pair of panties.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred. A thousand. Now, ride me, little one. Ride me long and hard.”

She didn’t need instruction. She knew exactly what I hungered for. Her eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, stroking and twisting her hand until intense friction was created.

My breathing instantly became ragged, my eyesight unfocused. What this woman did to me was pure sin.

And I loved every moment of it.

Every action she took seemed determined to get me off, but I was about ready to force her into another action when she slid my cockhead up and down her soaked pussy. She was so wet, her delicious scent infusing my nostrils. The woman could absolutely make me lose my mind.

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