Page 51 of Into the Woods

I drop to my knees in front of her for the second time tonight and part her pretty pussy, licking deeply, tasting her. I drive my tongue inside, swirl a tight circle around her clit, and then suck on it.Hard.

Her gasp turns to moans as her body shudders.

“Give it to me, honeybee. The count starts now,” I rasp, unwilling to take my mouth from her. I throw her leg over my shoulder and pull hard, sucking and teasing until she comes apart on my tongue, my name spilling from her lips.

As Winnie gasps for air, I stand. My cock is like steel. I’ve waited a lifetime for her. I spin her, placing her palms against the plate glass of the window and pull her hips back so she’s bent over and on display. Her stilettos lift her pert ass like it’s a gift, just for me. Taking my payment in full is going to be a fucking pleasure.

She watches my reflection as I undo my shirt, one button at a time. When it slides from my shoulders, falling to the floor, shetakes her bottom lip between her teeth, biting back a moan. Her eyes trace the ink scrawled across my chest, taking in the story written in images. The moment she lands on the honeybee inked over my heart; she stills.

“Christophe.”

Now is not the time. I swat her ass, appreciating the ripple that goes through the plump cheek. Her skin pinks beautifully, leaving behind a perfect handprint.

“Brace,” I growl as my cock springs free from my trousers. I grip the base and drop my free hand to the center of her back, positioning her where I want her. I notch my dick at her opening and find her eyes in our reflection.

Ironically, I’m the one who needs to brace because if I don’t hold myself back, I’m liable to fuck her through the window. And as much as I talk a big game, I don’t want to hurt her.

This is her first time. She’s tight and with my size, it’s going to be uncomfortable for her. If I’m rough, I’ll split her in two.

If I hurt Winnie, I won’t be able to have her again tonight and I don’t want to wait. I want to lose myself in her tight heat, make her moan, and hear my name on her lips as she floods my dick.

If nothing else, I’m a goddamn gentleman when it comes to buying virgins and fucking them.

Except, I’ve never done this.

Never bought a woman—never had to—and sure as fuck have never taken a virgin. Never had any desire for that—not until I found my honeybee again.

I take a deep breath and ease myself forward, and before I breach her opening, she moves.

Instead of bracing, instead of doing as I told her, Winnie rocks her hips, impaling herself on me.

And the one screaming out a name, is me.

Chapter 22

D.T.F

Winnie

Wild.

Unrestrained.

Completely out of control. That’s how Christophe fucks me.

I held my breath at the feel of his broad head notched at my center. I waited, anticipating the inevitable pain that’s synonymous with losing one’s virginity.

But really, it was excitement. The promise of being stretched and filled. The promise of being fucked.

Our gazes were locked in the dark reflection of the window. Indecision? Caution?—I don’t know. Something flashed across his face, and he didn’t move.

I waited, fully expecting, wanting him to twist his fist in my hair and slam home. Rid me of the stupid label that made men with way too much money lose their fucking minds.

But he didn’t.

He paused. Stilled.

Hesitated

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