Page 123 of Skate the Line

Sunny’s rich brown hair brushes against the counter when she throws her head back. My cock strains against my boxers, but it’s not hard to ignore as I stare at her hips jerking to meet my knuckle.

“More,” she moans quietly.

“Idealna.”I mutter in Russian again. My god, she’s exactly what it means:perfect.Her eyes roll back as her body chases the high.

It’s addicting to watch her.

So addicting I can’t stand it.

I shut my eyes, suddenly afraid I won’t be able to keep my own promise.

Feelings are definitely involved, but they’re not the kind she is afraid of. These are the kind that will have me fantasizing about her on her knees in my shower.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter.

Sunny smothers me with her arousal. Her pussy traps my finger, and she moans. I quickly look at her face and watch her come. Her mouth is there for the taking. I have to physically hold myself back so I don’t reach out, grip her jaw, and bring her lips to mine.

In an attempt to break free of the trap I’m in, I heave out a breath. I wait until she stops pulsing around my finger to whisper, “Good girl.”

Her brown eyes are hazy with lust. Those thick eyelashes flutter against her pretty pink cheeks, and her tongue darts out to wet her lip. I slowly pull my finger out of her and suppress a groan.

Nope. That’s all.

A look of satisfaction comes over her, and my job here is done.

I can’t touch her again.

I’m as high as she is.

Unable to stop myself, I swipe her panties and shorts off the floor and slowly glide them back up her legs. She lifts her hips to help, and I choke down a swallow.

I want to fuck her so badly I can’t think straight.

For a brief moment, I entertain the idea. It’d be so easy to pull her forward, spin her around, push her flat against the counter, and push my dick in her so far she’d never be able to think of another man without remembering me.

Wait, shit.Stop.

I crowd her space while restraining myself at the same time.

She peers at me with a look of awe.

I push her messy hair behind her ear. “Now that’s how you do it, Sunshine.”

The smallest smile twitches against her lips when I back away.

“Happy birthday, Sunny.”

Those white teeth clamp onto her lip, and I see red.

By the grace of God, I take a step backward and force myself to go back to my room.

Alone.

Then I work my dick until I can’t anymore, in hopes that I’ll be less turned on by her in the morning.

Thirty-Nine

SUNNY

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