Page 47 of Stolen Queen

Her brows knit together. “Did I…?”

“You’ve got to help me out here, Ava. Cover up. Please.” I can’t quite articulate how badly I want to fuck her without risking pushing her back and following through. I grab the bedspread and wrap it around her. “Sit.”

She sits on the edge of the bed, but heaven help me, she’s even more alluring as the bedspread droops off her shoulders. Her dark hair is a wild, wanton mess. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I suck in a breath. “This isn’t that interesting.” Maybe I can escape into the bathroom. It’s not that I’ve never jerked off in front of a woman. I have. Many times, actually. But Ava is different. I feel like this could fuck everything up for some reason.

She purses her lips at me. “I want to see it all the same.”

I nearly laugh. This is like a science experiment to her, a curiosity to learn about the world. Meanwhile, my head is about to explode from a raging need inside me.

I grab a tissue from the box on my bedside table. It’s there for moments like this, jerking off. Never in a million years did I imagine I’d be doing it with Ava Rinella watching.

I hold the tissue in one hand as I stroke my cock with the other. I watch Ava, her gaze riveted on me.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Did it feel good when I rubbed your clit?”

“Yes. But near the end it felt uncomfortable too… in a good way.”

“That’s what I feel. It’s like a delicious torture.”

She leans forward, and the blanket falls more, nearly revealing her tits. Fire blasts through me as I imagine my cum all over them. Would she let me?

I step toward her, squeezing my dick tight to cut off the sensation. “Here.” I hand her the tissue. Her expression is confused and at the same time, eager.

“Show me your tits.”

She lets the blanket fall more until those perfect tits are exposed. Her nipples are hard and I rub my cock over the tip of one. She lets out a peep of surprise.

“I want to come on you, Ava. It’s messy, though.”

She nods and arches her chest forward as she looks up at me. “I want you to.” Then she turns her attention back to my dick.

I want to stand here all day and watch her watch me, but I have to get to work and my dick is too close to the end. My hand moves faster as the pressure builds.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes as I near the edge. But I want to see her reaction. I’m as curious about her as she is about me.

She’s fascinated, leaning forward. And then she licks her lips, and I’m a fucking goner.

“Fuck!” The first spray of cum flies out, hitting her on the cheek.

“Oh!” She’s surprised, but not repulsed.

I aim my cock at her tits and stroke the hell out of my orgasm, watching my cum cover her nipples. She’s looking at it and then uses her fingers to tentatively touch it. It draws out my release until I fall to my knees.

“Fucking hell.”

“Are you okay?” She puts her hand on my shoulder.

“Yes. Short of fucking you, that was really pleasurable.”

She smiles like I gave her a gift. How crazy is that? I’m the one jerking off but she’s the one who feels happy about it.

She uses the tissue to clean up. “It is messy.”

“I told you.” I rise on unsteady legs.

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