Page 47 of Smolder

She stiffened as my hands slid underneath, and I pressed one flat against her stomach.

“You said no sex,” I reminded her with my mouth still on hers. “And you’re not wearing a bra, which means you want me to play with these titties.”

A sexy little moan came from her, and my dick twitched in my jeans. I nibbled on her plump bottom lip before thrusting my tongue back into her mouth just as I filled my hands with her heavy tits. Hard nipples poked my hands, and I squeezed.

“I wanna see,” I urged, rolling each hard nub between two fingers. “What color are they?”

Her hips rocked then, and she let out another sexy sound. My rigid dick was rubbing her clit. I’d known exactly how to sit her on me for it to work to my advantage.

I started lifting her shirt up, and she didn’t try to stop me, only wiggled more on my lap, panting. If she wanted to dry-hump me, I’d gladly let her, but hopefully, she’d at least let me get my jeans off to do it.

When I dropped her shirt to the floor, I tried not to look at her arm, but my eyes went there anyway. She was too lost in her building orgasm to realize she’d given me a view of her arm. My gaze swung to her other arm, and I tensed as my blood roared in my ears. That arm was worse. She’d not told me he’d hurt both her arms.

What had he done? Grabbed her and shaken her? Thrown her down? I was going to kill him.

“Amory.” She said the name I’d given her as she touched my face with her hand, turning my attention from her arm to look up at her. “Don’t,” she begged.

I wasn’t going to let that bastard ruin this, but he would pay for it.

I swallowed hard and nodded, then focused on the two perfect, bouncy breasts with hard pink nipples in front of me.

“Look, how pretty,” I praised, taking them both, then pulling one nipple into my mouth and sucking on it.

Her mouth was slightly open when I looked up at her. The wiggling had turned to hard rocking as her eyes took on that glazed gleam of pleasure. She was gonna orgasm like this, and I wanted to feel it. Shoving my hand down the front of her tiny pink panties, I slid my fingers into the hot, wet warmth.

“Oh God!” she cried out the moment my middle finger made contact with her hard, swollen clit.

“That’s what you needed,” I said, licking at the pulse in her neck before moving back to her tits. “Your pussy is dripping. It wanted some attention.”

“Amory,” she moaned.

Hearing another name on her lips like this was not good for my sanity. Even if the name she was saying was who she thought I was.

I moved my hand further down until two of my fingers pushed inside her tight cunt.

“AH!” Her head fell back as she began to fuck my fingers. “Yes, yes,” she panted.

“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers. Give me a taste.”

She looked at me, and then her mouth opened, and her body jerked as she pulsed around my fingers, coating my hand with her release. I wasn’t sure I’d ever simply watched a woman get off. I was normally too busy getting my own nut to pay attention. But, damn, that was beautiful. Her face was flushed, lips swollen, and her lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes.

I eased my hand out, careful to keep her juices on my fingers. She stared at me, looking stunningly sated. I ran my tongue up one finger, then sucked it into my mouth. Her taste reminded me of melted sugar, drizzled over a ripe peach. I wanted that covering my face.

The flare in her eyes made me want to smile. She liked seeing me do this. I made sure to clean the other finger just as thoroughly. She watched with fascination.

“I’ll spread your legs and get you off with my mouth next,” I said when I finished.

She blinked then, as if broken from a trance, and then a smile played at the corners of her lips. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“What?” I asked, confused.

She ducked her head. “Had an orgasm like that.”

I put a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes back up to me. “Why wouldn’t you?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth for a minute, then scrunched her nose. “I normally have to do that.”

I still wasn’t following her.

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