Page 55 of Wickedly Betrayed

I’m a sick bastard for sitting here imagining what I would like to do to her, and her do to me. Just a few more minutes and I’ll carry her to my bed and go sleep in T’s. Just a few more minutes of feeling her against me.

I continue to brush my fingers lightly through her hair. I place my other hand on her waist, right above her hip, and rub my finger against the exposed skin there. What I wouldn’t give to slip my fingers inside her tight pants and feel my way around until I come across her pussy. I feel like a lecherous asshole, but that doesn’t stop my thoughts, or my fingers from rubbing that torturous piece of flesh peeking out from her shirt. Of course, I’ll go no further, but I’ll give myself this little bit.

Just as I’m about to get up and put Mia to bed, I feel her fingers flex on my thigh. I hold my breath, wondering if she’s awake. I have no doubt she’d rip me a new one if she knew the thoughts running through my head right now.

At first, I think she’s still asleep, but then I hear her breath catch when the tip of my finger barely slips inside the band of her pants. I think about stopping. I know I should stop, but I don’t. I continue running my finger along her soft skin. Herfingers once again move, and she again bumps my dick. It jumps in response. I know she’s awake now because at my jump, she lets out a little moan and presses her fingers more firmly against me.

Neither one of us says anything, just continues to tease each other. Knowing I shouldn’t, but doing so anyway, I allow my fingers to drift a little farther into her pants. Mia’s breathing becomes heavier with my movement. Through the denim of my pants, I feel her rake her nails against my cock, and it sends a shock wave through me.

Fuck!

I groan and tighten my fingers in her hair. She moans and moves her head so her cheek rubs against me. A growl rips from my throat before I can hold it in.

Mia dislodges my hand from her hair and sits up. Her eyes radiate a heat so hot it nearly scorches me. I force myself to not grab her and throw her down on the couch and fuck her senseless. That can’t happen tonight. She’s sore and I won’t add to that.

Mia moves around, throws a leg over my lap, and straddles my hips. She sits back and I feel her warmth envelop me. She grips handfuls of my hair and slants her lips over mine. I knew from when we went at each other in her mom’s hallway that Mia would be a demanding lover.

I grab her hips and bring her closer, not too tight so as not to cause her pain, but enough to feel her flush against me. She groans into my mouth at the first contact. I’m not ashamed to admit I nearly explode. I rear back and reach behind me to grip my shirt and pull it over my head. As I do this, Mia does the same with hers. She opted out of wearing a bra home from the hospital, and I thank the heavens that she did.

“Fuck, Pix, you’re gorgeous,” I growl, and then lean forward and take a hard nipple into my mouth. I twirl my tongue around the tip and then scrape my teeth against it. She digs her nails into my scalp and lets out a cry. I switch to the other nipple and apply the same treatment.

“Mac!” she gasps.

I look up at her and see her eyes flaring.

“What, baby?” I whisper.

“I want you, Mac,” she moans at me.

It’s hard to say the words, but I tell her, “Not tonight, Pix. You’ve been through enough.”

Her eyes flash before she practically growls, “I don’t fucking care about that. I need you.”

“I’ll still make you feel good, but we’re not fucking tonight.”

I reach up, put my hands on either side of her head and bring her lips down to mine. Her taste is intoxicating, and I swear I’ll never get enough of her. Our tongues tangle and battle for dominance. I release my hands from her head and wrap them around her waist, bringing her naked tits up against my bare chest. I feel the hard points of her nipples brushing against me and I have to clench my hands behind her back to keep from throwing her down on the floor and devouring her. She throws her arms around my neck and rakes her nails down my back. I hiss at the exquisite pain.

I take my lips from hers and push back until she’s standing between my legs.

“Off,” I growl at her, and tug down her pants.

She helps by kicking them off. I sit back and stare at her. Her body is a work of art, and not just from the multitude of tattoos she sports, although those definitely add to the appeal of her. She’s a small girl with a tiny waist and flared hips. Her breast aren’t huge, each one a handful. Her skin is naturally tanned and flawless. She has a toned body that she doesn’t need to work at.

I kick her legs apart slightly and bring my face to the apex of her thighs. I force myself to look past the bruises there. I don’t want to ruin this moment by going on a rampage.

I let my face linger and breathe in her scent. Her hands go back to my hair and give it a tug, trying to bring me closer to her succulent flesh. I run my hands up her smooth legs until I reach her pussy. My thumbs meet her wet center, and I swipe them against her clit. She throws her head back and cries out. I take one thumb and start at her opening, brushing it through her folds until I meether clit, where I swirl it around the bundle of nerves there. I do the same with the other thumb.

“Mac, please…”

“What, baby? What do you want me to do?” I ask her.

“I need your mouth on me,” she pleads with me.

Putting her out of her misery, I take my thumbs, spread her lips wide, and swipe my tongue all the way from her drenched pussy to her clit. She tastes phenomenal. I could live off her sweet taste all day, every day. I take the nub between my lips and suck hard, flicking my tongue at the same time.

She calls out my name at the same time I feel her legs go weak. I bring my arms around her hips to steady her. I stiffen my tongue and bring it back to her opening, pushing it in as far as I can. She clenches around my tongue, and I know she’s close. As much as I want her to come on my face, I have other plans for her.

She protests and tries to yank me back when I pull my face away.

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