Page 61 of One Touch

“Maybe youarebad.”

I bent down and kissed her bare thigh, taking a moment to admire the red freckles dotting her skin. “Maybe I am.” I dug my fingers into her pliant flesh and she moaned gently. “In a moment, this bad man is going to take off your bra and panties. Then he’s going to make you come so hard that you beg him for more. And finally, this bad, bad man is going to fuck you so fucking hard that you forget how to walk.”

I’d been waiting so long for this. Years.

I took her hands in mine then pulled her up to a sitting position, unclasping her bra with surprising ease, as though it hadn’t been years since I’d done such a thing. Then I threw the bra across my garage, watching it land on a rusty carburetor over in the corner.

Damn, her breasts were glorious. So full and smooth, her nipples the exact same shade of pink as her mouth. I bent down and took one of them in my mouth, biting gently on it and feeling it pebble between my teeth. Then I stood up again.

“Lie down,” I ordered. “Put your legs together.”

Smiling coyly, she did as I asked.

I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and locked eyes with her. Then, I yanked her panties down, letting them fall to the floor.

“One, two, three, four, five,” I counted, then snapped my eyes away from hers, staring down at the short red tendrils of hair covering her pussy.

Goddamn, she looked good.

“Legs apart again,” I commanded.

She obeyed. Holy fuck. I could see everything.

“Is there any part of you that isn’t fucking perfect?” I asked.

“I have a naughty mouth,” she replied.

“Do you now?”

“Mmhmm.”

I reached down, tugged off my t-shirt, and dumped it on the ground. Lily’s eyes widened when she saw my torso.

“I was right,” she murmured. “You are much more muscly than Vlad.”

“Vlad’s a fucking imbecile,” I growled. “I’m the real deal, Lily.”

She reached up, tracing the lines of my muscles with her soft fingers, a small smile playing on her parted lips. “I guess you are,” she whispered, her eyes slowly traveling down my body.

I licked my lips, then splayed out my hand on her stomach. Slowly, I trailed it farther south, then slid it purposefully between her legs. She lay back down on the hood, looking so fucking beautiful that it took everything in me not to take her then and there.

The first time I touched her soft, wet lips, she let out a soft moan. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tilted back. She was velvet-soft. I gently ran my fingertips up and down her entrance, teasing her, grazing the sensitive nub of her clit, before smoothly, confidently slipping a thumb into her.

“Oh, my,” she moaned. Her legs trembled as I dipped my thumb in her wetness, then rubbed her slickness over her clit.

My cock strained against my pants.

“I want to taste you,” I said, leaning over, kissing the smooth plane of her stomach. I felt her fingers twist into my hairas I moved down, tracing her freckles, kissing her tight skin, marking her with each and every touch.

When I reached her pussy, I heard her breath hitch. Her hand tightened in my hair. Dew spilled from her as I kissed her longer, harder, finding her hard little clit and taking it into my mouth before slipping my tongue over it, making her ass grind down into the smooth surface of the car hood.

“Fuck, Ethan, please, more.” Each word was a stab of lust. Each word was making me harder, hungrier.

I pushed my tongue inside her, gripped hold of her hips, and pulled her body down so that she was right on the edge of the bonnet. “You taste of honeyeverywhere,” I growled. “How do you do it, girl?”

For a crazy moment, I couldn’t help but wonder how many men had tasted her before me. How any of them had ever been foolish enough to let her go. I wanted to be the best for her. Then, a dangerous thought: I didn’t just want to be the best. I wanted to be the last. I wanted to make her forget all the others and leave a mark that would last her a lifetime.

“Don’t stop,” she said, her voice so fucking sexy I could barely handle it.

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