Page 54 of Unexpected Temptation

“Right there?” I groan.

She twitches against my touch, nodding as she grinds her hips up and down like she’s trying to smear that hot-as-fuck wetness against my hand. I push the heel of my palm against her clit. She grabs onto me, moaning and nodding as she rocks up and down in time with me.

I couldn’t stop even if the whole Mob pulled up outside and started firing. Not when I see the way Maya’s eyes flutter, the way her hips move like she’s chasing my hand, the wetness of her pussy. Then, oh my God, she’s perfect. She moans as her release pulses out of her.

She bites down, trying to catch the noise, but some of the pleasure escapes anyway. She stares up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. I can’t look away. I want to keep her safe: always make her feel good, make her forget.

Finally, she falls back, letting her hand slip from my wrist. That’s my cue to take my hand away from her soaked, excited pussy, but I don’t do it straight away. Instead, I leave my hand there, staring at her, as my cock aches and pulses and roars at me to do it, to drive into her.

She bites her lip, glances at the hallway, then nods. “Do it,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I groan.

Her eyes snap open again like she can’t believe she’s saying this, but her voice is confident. “Yeah. I want you.”

“I wanted you the first moment I saw you,” I snarl, my head rushing as I reach down for my pants.

“Really?” she moans.

“Take off your pants,” I growl, realizing she still doesn’t know I watched her that night.

Her hands move down to her waistband. She starts to wriggle free. Precome coating the head of my dick, hot and ready. My heart is hammering harder than ever in combat, armed or unarmed.

I pull down my pants, my cock springing free. Maya doesn’t look up right away. She’s wriggling out of her pants, her underwear sticking wetly to her folds as she slides them down.

I stare at her, panting, as she lies back, looking down at her body and my cock. When she swallows, her thighs tremble. “I don’t think I can take my hoodie off,” she murmurs.

She doesn’t need to tell me why. I get it. What if her mom needs her?

“It’s fine,” I growl, not letting myself think about anything else. “Your legs are perfect. Your pussy is perfect. So wet …”

I move forward, gripping my dick in my hand, guiding my tip to her core. Her moans are filled with intense pleasure, the same pleasure rushing through me. Heck, we didn’t plan this. Perhaps we’re both nuts in our own ways, but here, now, everything makes sense.

When my tip grinds against her entrance, I almost lose it. I push into her warm, tight slit.

She’s moaning in that intriguing way. I look down at her, and she nods, and I know what she’s telling me. Be in the moment. Enjoy it. Enjoyus. Don’t treat everything like a mission to complete. Let go.

I groan as I reach down, massaging her clit, her walls opening for me as I press deeper. She gasps, whispering with urgency in her voice, “Fuck, that’s big. It’s so good.”

“Your pussy feels perfect.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“You’re so fucking tight …”

She reaches up for my neck, clinging tightly to me. “Your dick, it feels … so good, like I thought it would.”

“You’ve thought about this?” I groan.

“Haven’t you?”

“I thought you were supposed to be a virgin, eh?” I grip her hip, meaning to hold her as I slide in even deeper.

Then sirens cut through the air. They start suddenly, and I know what that means. The bastards waited until the last minute so they could claim, after the fact, they’d done everything by the book.

“Fuck,” I growl, leaping away from her.

“What is it?” my Maya asks.

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