Page 32 of The Grinder

“How about you use your teeth somewhere else and I’ll get rid of the pants?”

His turn to grin. “I like the way you think. But you get rid of the pants first. I know where I want to use my teeth.”

She swallowed hard and leaned back, hands working at her jeans until she had them shoved to her ankles. He took over then, pulling them away and leaving her bare from the waist down.

“Shirt too, babe. I’m gonna work my way up.”

“Why not work your way down?”

“Because if I get my cock anywhere near your pussy right now, I’ll revert to a thirteen-year-old and come before I get inside you.”

She blinked, sucking in a short sharp breath. Shit, he needed to watch his mouth—

Her grin appeared again and a wicked light shone in her eyes. Maybe that good-girl routine really was just a front.

Time to test that theory.

Twisting, he brought his knees up onto the cushion so he knelt between her legs. He put his hands on the arm of the couch, just above her head, then leaned down. Her gaze flicked to his arms for a few seconds before she swallowed hard and looked back up.

Her grin slid away but the heat in her eyes blazed hotter.

“Condom?” she asked.

“Wallet. Back pocket.”

Lifting her back slightly, she reached behind him, her hand brushing across his bare ass, accidently or not, and sparking even more heat.

He growled as she took her own sweet time pulling out his wallet while her fingers danced over his skin. Those few seconds seemed like hours and passed way too quickly as she brought the wallet between their bodies.

His breathing started to sound like a freight engine, heavy and hard. His cock felt as rigid as steel and he had to clamp down on his response if he wanted to make this last more than a minute.

Something she seemed determined not to allow.

With the condom now in one hand, she used her free hand to stroke him, lightly, with just the tips of her nails.

Holy fuck, that felt amazing. His balls drew up tight, and his cock bobbed.

“Put it on then take your shirt off. I need to feel your skin against mine.”

Another smile before she reached for him and rolled the condom down his length.

Gritting his teeth, he let her linger, let her take her time, but as soon as her hands moved away, he sat back on his heels and tugged her shirt up and over her head. Thank god her sweater was loose and didn’t give him a hassle. Otherwise, he would’ve ripped it, no lie.

But now that he had her naked in front of him, he couldn’t wait.

He put his hand over her mound, sliding his fingers between her slick lips to make sure she was ready before pressing inside with one and pressing the heel of his palm against her clit.

She moaned, her hands coming up to grip his forearms.

“You want me to stop?” he had to ask.

“God, no. Don’t stop.”

That was all he needed to hear. He added a second finger and began to fuck her with them, keeping up the pressure on her clit and watching her intently.

Every slight shift of her body, every sound, every time her fingers dug further into his arms, he became more intent on making her come at least once before he got inside her.

“Damn, you are so fucking gorgeous.”

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