Page 40 of Wicked Devotions

“Try? To give you an orgasm?”

I nod, too embarrassed to use words at this point.

“There’s no try, Angel. I will make you come but under one condition.”

“What?”

“You have to watch.”

“How?”

He pulls me into a sitting position and hauls me into his lap facing the full-length mirror that I have leaning against the wall. “You’re going to take your shorts and panties off and spread yourself wide open in front of this mirror, so you can watch what I do to you.”

“Okay,” I whisper. Anxious anticipation rushes through me.

“Stand up.”

I follow his instructions, and he moves to the edge of the bed. He unbuttons my shorts and looks up at me for permission to continue. Only after I nod in affirmation does he push them down my hips. His tattooed hands wrap around my hips and gently pull me closer to him.

“If you want me to stop at any point, just say so. I won’t be upset.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to start by kissing you.”

My heartbeat quickens as he lifts one hand and pulls my face down to his. His lips move over mine softly, gently parting them to slip his tongue along mine. He pulls me onto his lap with one hand gripping my waist and the other lightly tugging my hair at the roots. My hands move to his shoulders, the muscles firm beneath my fingers.

We stay like that, kissing and letting our hands explore each other’s bodies. As I relax into the moment with him, his hands move down my back to the waistband of my thong. His fingers knead my cheeks as he grabs my butt and drags my center over his hard length. I gasp at the shock of how good it feels even with so many layers between us.

He tries to lift my shirt, but I put my hand overhis to stop him. “Can we leave it on?” I don’t want him to see the scars. “Please.”

“Of course.” He hooks his fingers inside my panties and pulls them over my hips. “I’m going to get rid of these though.”

“Okay.” I help him maneuver them off and drop them on top of my discarded shorts.

“Stand up and turn toward the mirror.”

I do as he says.

“You follow directions so well.” I can’t see his face as he widens his legs and pulls me back onto his lap. “Hook your legs around the outside of mine.”

Once again, I do what he asks.

“Good job, Angel.” He caresses my thigh lightly with his fingertips. Each little circle he traces gets higher until he’s tracing the crease where my thigh meets my center. “I didn’t think you’d be bare. What a fun little surprise.”

My cousin took me for a Brazilian wax before we went on a beach trip. It felt so rebellious at the time that I kept getting them. But I’ve never seen myself like this. I watch with parted lips as he runs the pad of his index finger along my slit. Heat surges through my body at the sensation.

He adds another finger and parts my folds, exposing everything. “Look at how wet and prettyyou are.” His fingers move higher until he finds my clit. He takes his time, alternating between circles and strokes while he watches my face, gauging my reactions for what feels the best.

I wrap one of my hands around his thigh as he increases the pressure. He presses a kiss to my neck while I squirm in his lap. Pleasure builds deep in my core.

“How does that feel?”

“G-good,” I moan as he slides a finger inside me.

“Just good?” He withdraws his finger and holds up in front of me. “Look at how wet you are. I’m coated in you.”

He takes his glistening finger and moves back to my clit, spreading my wetness all over. His slippery fingers move faster and faster. The breaths I draw become heavier as he increases his tempo. I can feel his erection twitching beneath me, and it drives me even crazier for him.

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