Page 36 of Exile

My pulse rose, and my fingers twitched. “You want me to—”

“Yes, Darwynn, that’s what I want you to do. Now.”

I bit my lower lip and grazed the fly of his jeans with my fingertips. “A-and do you want me to pull down my—” He stopped me again.

“No. You keep those jeans on. I can’t promise you I won’t turn into a damn animal if I get the full scent of you.”

Oh.

I took a deep breath and pushed the fabric down until his bulge came into view, and without giving me a second chance to think too much about it, I reached down and pulled back his shorts to reveal his hardening cock.

It was semi-hard and fucking huge.

God. Damn.

I gasped, which got a smirk out of him. “Go on.”

I glanced up before dropping my gaze again. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I pulled it out and rested it almost too carefully against his abdomen. His tip was glistening, and it seemed that his cock didn’t need to be fully erect to have those hot veins standing out along his length.

God, everything about this man was perfect, and he simply let me have him.

We’d definitely have a conversation after this, but right now, I wanted to enjoy every second without thinking about any possible consequences.

“Now, Darwynn. I’m getting impatient.” His voice was low and raspy, and his hands were gripping my hips tightly. “Don’t have to be nervous.”

“I’m not,” I told him, meeting his eyes again. “I’m adjusting to your dominance.”

He arched a brow in amusement but didn’t say a word. He simply got more comfortable and looked at me with expectation.

Resting both hands on his shoulders, I slid forward until my crotch was pressed against his. His cock nestled between my thighs against my pussy, and I started to move slowly, letting him take over shortly after.

“Just like that. Good girl,” he praised. He kept his eyes on mine as he moved me back and forth.

My clit was getting just enough traction to tease me, making me want to take off my jeans to feel more. But this was okay.

This was enough for now.

My breath finally slowed, and so did my heartbeat. He kept moving me on top of him, and I held on to his shoulders to keep myself upright and not fall against him.

I looked down to watch his cock harden. I loved the sight of my crotch squeezing his tip to his abdomen, and every time I moved back, I got a better look at his hardness. God, it was beautiful, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like inside me.

“Caz,” I breathed, unable to hide the pleasure on my face. I wanted to come, but it would be difficult this way.

He noticed my need, but apparently, he had other plans, which he quickly told me about. “It’s my turn to come.”

I didn’t argue but needed to ensure he would return the favor. “What about mine?” I asked, my eyes meeting his.

“At home,” he said through gritted teeth.

That was enough for me. At home. His home. Later. Once we got back to Hilton Beach.

Fuck, I want to go now.

His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed them into his, my pussy dry humping his exposed cock with every thrust.

The veins on his neck throbbed as his body tensed beneath me, and I watched him closely as he looked down, jaw clenched.

“Are you close?” I asked. Excitement rose inside of me. I wanted to see him come, see his face overcome with emotions. Then again, I didn’t want this to end. It was a whole new experience.

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