Page 17 of The Revenge Bride

“That’s because you didn’t have me and I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” I lean over and kiss her thigh.

She jerks.

“I’ll bet your nipples are hard right now.”

“They are,” she says. “I could cut glass with them.”

I laugh softly at her bluntly honest answer.

“You have a great ass.” I ease my hand under her and squeeze one of her cheeks. “I’m going to hold onto these nice mounds while I pump into you. I can’t wait to watch the head of my cock disappearing inside your pussy.”

The light changes to red and Lucy coasts the car to a stop. She turns the air conditioner on full blast.

I put my head between her legs and pluck at the front of her shorts with my teeth. I blow my breath on her thigh, and she lets out a moan.

“Do you like this?” I ask against her softness. I know I sure as hell do. If my cock gets any harder, it’s going to poke through the driver’s side door. I feel like it could bench press a dump truck.

“I do like it,” she says. Then adds, “A lot. Where’s your place?”

“Turn onto Duck Street. My house is one at the end.”

The car bumps onto the driveway and Lucy shuts off her car.

I push my face between her legs and nuzzle her. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”

“What?”

“Everything you didn’t know could be done.” I sit up and run my thumb across her lower lip. “There won’t be a spot on your body that doesn’t know my hands or my lips or my cock.”

Her face flushes.

I push open the door and step out of the car. “Walk in front of me.”

She does and I follow, but don’t touch her. “I like the way your ass moves when you walk. I want to pull you back against me and finger you.”

Lucy doesn’t say anything, but her breathing picks up.

I unlock the front door and push it open, waiting for her to go in.

She steps inside and moves to the middle of the living room.

“You don’t have to do a thing, baby. I’ll take you all the way,” I tell her.

Lucy’s hands clench into fists.

I move around in front of her and sit in a chair. I have to keep space between us because I’m ready to get to it, but she needsme to take my sweet time. “Let me take a look at you. Your titties look like they’ll fit perfectly into my hands. See what you do to me?” I press a palm against my cock and moan. “I don’t have to touch you to get hard.”

She flicks her gaze to the crotch of my jeans and her lips part.

I cup myself. “Do you want to see?”

“Yes, please,” she says.

Politely.

I grin. “Do you want to see all of me?”

“Uh-huh.” Her titties rise and fall rapidly as her breathing increases.

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