Page 11 of Escape From Me

“Okay.”

Her quiet little response pulled me away from my thoughts. I studied the creature in front of me, the one that had gotten through my very carefully crafted mask.

She let go of the sweatshirt and stepped away. Such a simple little thing for her to do, but with that movement went the sweatshirt falling to the floor and then her dress and the corset as she held her arms away from her body. That dress had been pretty shredded thanks to my shit attempt at clothing design, but, damn, did it look fucking amazing on the floor in any form.

“Better?”

Fuck if my cock didn’t jump up to answer, stretching my damn sweats to their limit. This was not in my plan for the day.

Her hands slid down her body to the tiny strings of her panties, that I was certain were worth thousands. Her thumbs hooked under the small strings and my damn mouth watered.

Her breasts were fucking perfect.

Her body was beautiful, like a flawless sculpture for only me to admire.

I reached for those hands, my own looking a whole lot bigger against her smaller ones.

“Those may stay. For now. But nothing else except your skin against my clothes.”

This woman had the art of flirting down, because I might have been oblivious to damn near everything but the way she looked up at me under those long lashes and her teeth tugged at her bottom lip.

I couldn’t stop myself. I reached for her chin, running my thumb up to that lip where I traced across its soft plumpness until I freed it from her teeth.

“Little dove, be a good girl and never do that again. Not if you want to keep those panties.”

Her hand tried to loop around my wrist. Why? I felt a small little tug, and realizing she wanted to move my hand, I let her. Ilet her trail it down between those breasts that would probably star in every damn wet dream I had from now until forever. Down her ribs where I felt her skin pebble with goose bumps. Down her belly that sucked in as my fingers brushed over her navel, and down to those tiny little panties that appeared to be the one topic of conversation I couldn’t get away from.

“Who said I wanted to keep them?” Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. A challenge? A promise? I didn’t know but fuck if I didn’t want to find out.

I’d been forsaken by God years ago, but when I slipped my fingers under the little triangle of lace, I was pretty sure I’d just found my heaven.

The way her smooth skin felt under my touch as I found her pussy. I cupped her with my hand, sliding a finger between her folds. I licked my lips as hunger filled me. She was so damn gorgeous. She was soft, and the way she moaned at my touch seemed to stroke a strange note inside me, telling me all those years of trying to kill my heart and abandon my soul hadn’t worked as well as I had thought.

I took my free hand and wrapped it around her waist trying to pull her closer. She barely came up to my chin without those heels on, but it didn’t matter. She was at the right height that my fingers found her tight little entrance all the same. I spread the lips of pussy a little wider, letting me slowly slide up to her clit and back down without entering her.

I liked the way every time I circled her core her breath shuddered. And when I pressed my thumb over her sensitive little bud, she moaned for me.

“Do you ask every guy to kidnap you and then fuck you?” I asked as I sank a single finger inside her.

That might have been the wrong thing to say, but I wasn’t thinking clearly. Or was I? I wanted her to tell me that she didn’t just let anyone touch this beautiful body. I couldn’t explainanything about me with her. There wasn’t logic. But if I leaned in and tasted those lips, I needed to know how many others had been there.

She moaned, and then her small hands were trying to push away from me.

“What?”

I pulled her closer, my hand still between her legs. She was so tight. I knew I didn’t need any answer.

I slid in another finger, trying to stretch her as if this was going to go any further.

“I—” Her words broke off as she moaned as her hips seemed to move without her knowing she was riding my hand.

“You what, dove? It doesn’t matter, because I won’t be fucking you. Not tonight.”

She tried to make words, but the faster I stroked her, the fewer she seemed to know. I felt her weight slouch into me and her arms wrapped around my neck as she tried to hold herself up.

I was already going to hell, so when she looked up into my face with those glazed-over eyes, I did what the devil himself would do and leaned in and kissed her as I fucked her with my fingers.

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