Page 71 of The Very Naughty List

Hailey pulls back, her eyes twinkling devilishly as she stares at me with her lip trapped between her teeth. It’s almost like she’s daring me, wanting to see how far I’ll take things. I’ve always loved that daring, teasing side of her that isn’t afraid to be a little bad.

“Should we see how wet you are for me already, shortcake?” I murmur.

My finger dips into her panties to find her pussy, and I grit my teeth at the realization that she’s already soaked for me.

“God, you’re fucking killing me,” I grunt. “Is that all for me?”

She nods, her hair glinting softly in the darkness. “Yes…”

“Good.”

And I mean it. I’m perfectly willing to share her with my brothers—in fact, it’s hot as hell watching them make her scream—but right now, I want her all to myself.

I torment her with my finger, dragging the tip across her clit and teasing her entrance. She moans and wraps a leg around me, pulling me closer so she can lunge for my lips again like a wild animal.

I’m definitely not the only one who’s been going a little crazy with desire tonight, and the unrestrained way she’s showing it awakens something in me too. I tug her panties aside roughly, and Hailey whimpers into my mouth. Her body is arching against mine, and her pussy is already so wet that I could fuck her right here and now if I wanted.

But not yet.

I circle around her entrance, making her squirm, before I push just the tip of my finger into her. Her breath catches, and she rolls her hips downward like she’s trying to work my whole finger inside, so I let her. When I’m buried up to my knuckle inher warm wetness, she rests her forehead against mine, staring intently into my eyes.

“Sebastian. Please…”

She doesn’t have to say anything else for me to know what she’s thinking. She’s sick of the teasing and she wants the real thing.

That makes two of us.

I pull my finger out of her slowly, drinking in the way she shivers in my arms from the feeling, then rip her panties off in one go, making her yelp as the delicate fabric tears away. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side without ever taking her eyes off mine.

“See? So fucking wet for me,” I whisper as I hold my finger up between us to prove it. “Now the real question is, do you taste as sweet as you look?”

I start to bring my finger to my mouth to find out, but her hand flies out to stop me, gripping my wrist as she bites her lower lip.

“Let me be the one to tell you,” she whispers.

A groan rumbles in the back of my throat as she pulls my hand to her open mouth. She places my finger on the back of her tongue, then wraps her lips around it and slowly draws back.

“Mm,” she moans around my finger, and I smirk at her.

“You keep finding ways to surprise me, my dirty little shortcake. So how do you taste?”

A sly smirk curves her plush lips as she releases my finger. “Like I’m not a good girl after all. Like I’m your dirty little slut.”

My cock jumps. “Fuck.”

Whatever control I thought I had a moment ago vanishes as heat floods my veins, and I spin her around forcefully. She catches herself on the door behind us, her hands splayed out across it, her tight little ass jutting out at me from under her dress. I hike the fabric up over her hips, exposing her barecheeks and the glistening wetness of her pussy, and my cock aches so hard in my pants that it hurts.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “I need to feel you.”

I need to break the tension that’s been building between us, just waiting for a spark to ignite it. My hands pull her hips toward me, grinding my clothed shaft against her ass. She moans breathlessly, her fingers clawing at the door, and the sound of her pleasure goes straight to my cock.

“Do you think you can be quiet?” I ask.

She glances over her shoulder to look me right in the eye, a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips as she answers me with one word.

“No.”

My body floods with desire, and I grin back at her. “Good answer, baby. Because I like the idea of everyone at this party knowing exactly who’s fucking you in this room.”

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