Page 65 of Fearless

My thumb travels across her cheek and ends up pushing her jaw down further. She lifts her head, closing her mouth around it, then swirls her tongue around twice. I feel the whole movement on the tip of my cock.

When I pull it out, she sucks it, releasing it with a pop.

My breath comes out strained.

I’m playing with fire. Blurring even more lines.

The more I look at her the harder I get. I’m roasting. Burning up.

I need a cold shower but for once in my life I don’t fucking want one.

“What do you want, Meisie?”

Her throat contracts as she swallows. She stays quiet for a long time. It’s a simple question, but I accept it’s maybe not a simple answer. When she does answer her voice is low, barely a whisper. “I’m so fucking lonely.”

“Aye,” I say, searching her face. “Aye, me too. But that wasn’t the question.”

She closes her eyes and rolls her head to the side, nuzzling her face into the palm of my hand. I should get off her. I don’t think she knows what she wants. She’s got issues… then again, so do I. And she’s got…

She’s got peaches.

I tell myself she could stop this anytime as I lower my head, trailing my mouth down her neck. Her pulse is fast under my lips, her throat vibrates as she lets out a soft sound. She tightens her thighs around my waist, reminding me there’s only a thin layer of fabric between us. Reminding me how easy it would be to cross that line right now.

I could.

I could just take it.

Flip her over, free my cock, force her hips up and hold her in place while she buries her face into the pillows and cries it all out.

There’s a large fucking part of me that suspects a small part of her has wanted that since the very first morning. Take the choice away for her. Cut the bullshit.

But I don’t want that.

I want to watch her fall apart instead.

I want her to understand, clearly, how much she needs this.

Taking her chin in my hands, I force her head back toward me. She flutters her eyelashes in a daze but quickly closes them when I catch her open mouth with mine. She stays open, pulling me into her like she needs me. Her hands are in my hair, covering my ears, stroking the stubble on my jaw

I pop open the buttons on her shirt. Only the top two. Just enough so I can slide my hand in. Her nipples are hard, begging to be sucked. She arches her back as if reiterating that point, and I squeeze one tightly between two fingers. She would have let out a cry if I’d allowed it, but I have complete control of her mouth.

Sliding both her hands up above her head, I cross her wrists and hold them down with one of my hands.

Now I have complete control over every part of her.

My free hand slides down her body, going for her thigh and pushing her knee down into the mattress. She lets out a cry as her legs split open for me.

I bite down on her lip, forcing another one out. A longer one. I don’t release her lip until that little cry turns into a moan and her hands are pushing against my grip.

I drag my fingers down the soft skin of her inner thigh, shifting my weight so she’s completely exposed. Pulling back, I take in the sight of her. I want to watch her. She knows exactly where I’m going.

“Do you want me to take it?”

She squeezes her eyes closed and bites down on the same lip I just made sore.

“Is that a no? Say it. Tell me no. I’m going to fuck you.”

Her eyes fly open, her chin tilting up in a determined stare. “No.”

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