Page 142 of House of Lilith

My eyes narrow. “Fuck off,” I say and I fold my arms.

He straight-out ignores that, instead prying my hands away from my chest as he shamelessly drags his eyes down my body. “You go to bed in that?” he asks in a soft, husky voice, my wrists still in his grip.

I lock eyes with him. “Sorry I don’t lounge around in lacy negligees,” I say, a little snappily but contently, now that the attention is finally onme.

“You hear me complaining?” he leans to whisper in my ear, making my skin prick with pleasure and my hands fight to be released so they can start touching.

But he only lets them go to hook his fingers into my boxers and yank them down, making me suck in a sharp breath as he wastes no time in grabbing my ass with both hands, lifting me up and putting my legs around him.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders and my entire body flooding with desire, I let him throw me on the bed, but when he moves to slide his hand between my thighs, I click my tongue.

And I make him take his shirt off and I push him into rolling over, so that I’m in his lap and he’s propped up on his elbows, the cut of his muscles even more insanely hot when they’re flexing like they are right now.

Locking eyes with him, I back up a little, delighting in how intense and glazed the look in his eyes becomes when my hands reach his belt and get to work on unbuckling it.

He’s not the only one who’s been learning, I think as I unzip his pants and tug them down a little, biting my lip just thinking about those sounds I got him to make the last time I did this.

I take his rock-hard dick in my hand, making him let out a delicious little grunt. And I start lowering my head to take him in my mouth, but before I do, I look up to see him hungrily soaking up my every move, his breathing heavy and his eyes glazed.

And I put my mouth around him and I hear him suck in a sharp breath, his hand flying to grab a fistful of my hair, and I think to myself, if thereeverwill be a night when he’ll say more than two words about himself, it’ll be this one.

Chapter 24 - Dahrian

Thatthingshe’sdoingwith her mouth is threatening to push me over the edge, and I can’t have that, not yet. “Come ‘ere,” I tell her as I give her hair a little tug, my voice rough with desire and my breathing ragged.

She lets go of my dick and looks up at me, the intensity in her eyes making all my restraint fall away. Gritting my teeth, I grab her by the upper arms, roughly pulling her up and onto my lap. And I need to be inside her so bad right now, but first I wrap one arm around her back and start kissing her breasts, making her grab onto my shoulders and let out a moan as I work two fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I slide them in and out, just the way she likes it.

I only stop when she digs her nails into my shoulders, actual, unrestrained moans starting to come out of her mouth.

Mad with desire, I pull my fingers out and I use my hand to slide myself inside her, the breath I hear her suck in and the mere feel of her making me grit my teeth with pleasure.

And she starts rocking back and forth, the way she pants as she slides up and down the shaft of my dick making me start to lose it.

I grab her by the waist and I lower myself back onto the pillows with her chest pressed to mine, I lock her in a tight grip and I start thrusting, making her suck in a sharp breath as her hands fly to grab onto the bedpost.

And she’s moaning into my ear and I’m feeling her becoming desperate to meet my thrusts, but I’m hungry for more.

And I don’t know if this is something she’d like, but I still find myself getting my fingers wet in her pussy and then sliding them into her ass, starting to fuck her with both my dick and my hand.

Now, that results in such a delicious string of moans that I almost fail to stop myself from talking dirty to her.

Instead, I grab her more tightly and I whisper into her ear, “She likes that?”

She doesn’t pull away to look at me, but she does give me a couple of quick nods followed by a shaky little “Mmm.”

And I know I won’t get one, but I still ask, “Enough to earn me a little kiss?”

To my surprise, the very next moment, I have her mouth on mine and my lips are parting and our tongues are touching, stroking and twirling, making my heart throb and these shivers of desire run all over my body, my thrusts becoming more desperate with each passing second.

“Fuck,” I hear her curse in a low voice as she breaks the kiss, her pussy tightening around me, “oh fuck.”

It makes eagerness flood me, and I grab her even tighter, pressing my lips to her ear to urge in a breathless whisper, “Yes, come for me.”

And she keeps moving, but it’s only when I already feel myself being pushed over the edge that I realize that she’s snapped out of it. That I’ve fucking ruined it.

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When I start coming to, she’s already getting me out of her and I’m fighting not to grumble, still flushed, panting and pissed that I let my eagerness get the better of me like that.

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