Page 44 of Enraged

“Okay then, I didn’t think about the fact that it would be see through, but all I brought with me are white tank tops.”

I’ve never seen her in anything white before this weekend. It’s always black.

“I know, I always wear black,” she spoke, reading my mind. “I was tryin’ to be all bridal and shit.” She looked so sad at her own explanation.

“Hey, it’s okay.” I reached out for her. She shook her head. “I’m okay. I also just remembered that my panties are white and probably fuckin’ see through, too.”

Why do I want to see?

“Stand up and let’s see.”

You were supposed to think it, not say it!

Obediently, she stood on the ledge of the hot tub.

Okay, that’s enough Jack Daniels for tonight.

“Are they see through?”

I looked at her closely. Her panties looked like melting sugar, the fabric barely glazing her swollen, bare pussy.

Goddamn!

“Yes.”

“I figured.” She reached down and touched herself, the contact hardening her clit immediately.

Please, sit the fuck down.

“I don’t know why you’re makin’ a disgusted face like every bit of this wasn’t in your mouth last night,” she snapped, sitting down with an abrupt splash.

The fuck?

“What?”

“Nothing. Give me the bottle.”

Absolutely the fuck not.

I moved the bottle out of her reach. “You think I’m disgusted?”

She didn’t say a word.

“Lena.”

She only nodded.

You gon’ learn today.

Reaching under the water, I grabbed her by her hips, lifting her to the side of the tub. Shrieking in surprise, she grabbed my head to keep from falling over the side.

I spread her legs. “You think seein’ this bothered me?”

She was too stunned to speak.

“You think this…” I brushed my thumb against her swollen lips. “…bothered me?” I grazed her with my thumb again, her body jolting at the contact.

Okay, I’m gonna need you to say something.

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