Page 80 of Rebel Hawke

That’s how I always want her.

She shakes her head slightly, the combination of embarrassment and lust pinkening the skin across her breasts, up the unmarred side of her neck, and over her cheeks.

“Let. Me.Hear.You. I want to know that you’re making yourself feel good if you won’t let me do it.”

I twist my hand as I reach the head of my cock and bite back a groan when my balls already start to tighten up.

Fuck.

This is going to be embarrassingly short, but watching her pleasure herself might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And we haven’t even gotten to the toy lying beside her on the bed.

She releases her lip from between her teeth, red and plump, andfuck, do I want to go over there and kiss her. But I force myself to stay in the chair, leaning back, stroking my cock.

All I want to do is ram it into her sweet, hot, tight cunt that feels like it was meant for me.

“You know what I would be doing right now if we dropped your rule?”

The corners of her mouth twitch. “I have an idea.”

The words come so breathy and forced that I know she’s close.

She has to be.

Her hips shift, rolling as she moves her hand, gliding her slickness up over her clit, rolling her fingers faster, her mouth falling open on a silent gasp.

A few moments of touching herself and watching me stroke my cock and she’s ready to come, just like I am.

“Are you close, Little Bird?”

She nods as she swirls her finger around again and dips it down into her arousal and back up. Her movement becomes faster and more frantic. And I match her urgency, tugging on my cock, remembering the bliss of being inside her only days ago.

Fucking hell.

I never knew anything could be as hot as fucking Wren, but this might actually top it. “Grab the vibrator.”

Her hand stills, and she hesitates for a second before she reaches for it and presses one of the buttons on the handle. The tiny machine bursts to life, the buzzing noise filling the room.

She locks her gaze with mine, waiting for me to tell her what to do.

Wanting my direction.

Wanting to please me as much as herself.

Fuck, this woman is sheer perfection.

“Run it all over yourself. Your inner thighs. Your cunt. But avoid touching your clit right away.”

She gives me a little nod and does it as I continue to rub my length, trying to stave off the orgasm that wants to come with every little breathy moan that floats from her lips.

Each minute shift on the bed ratchets her higher.

The vibrations against her skin make her spread her legs even wider, bracing her heels into the mattress.

“That’s it, Little Bird. Now…rub it up over your clit. Show me how you make yourself come.”

“Shit…”

The word tumbles from her lips as she does what I ask and shifts it over the tiny nub at the apex of her thighs.

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