Page 45 of Pray for the Damned

She nibbles at her bottom lip for a second as she considers how to position herself, and I allow her to move through the motions by herself even as my instincts scream at me to help her.

If Kade were here, he’d be correcting her every move, making her the perfect sub for him. I may never have seen him play, but I know my twin.

I know he likes it rough and dirty, and I know he needs the control even more than I do.

Waverly swallows heavily as she lowers her top half over the end of the bench, and I groan at the sight that awaits me.

Her perfect peach ass is on display, with just her black thong blocking my view from her pussy. I’m desperate to strip her, to sink into her body and never fucking leave, but I’ve been waiting too long for this moment to rush to the finish line.

I take my time watching her, leaving my girl in suspense as she sways slightly from side to side as she tries to find what’s comfortable for her.

Waverly looks over her shoulder to see what I’m doing, and I shake my head slowly, fighting the smirk that tries to push to the surface.

“None of that, Little Temptress. Keep your eyes ahead unless I tell you otherwise.”

Her head snaps forward, and I continue my perusal of my girl.

It’s only a few moments before I move toward the bench. I considered taking my black boxer briefs off as I stepped closer, but the temptation to sink into her sweet body is too strong. Not that I think the cotton will do much to stop me from taking her, but the extra layer of separation will hopefully allow me to drag this out a little.

Or at least that’s the theory.

I step closer to Waverly and notice the way her body trembles ever so slightly. Putting herself in a vulnerable position like this isn’t in her nature. In fact, there’s nothing about what’s happening in this room that is in line with how she’s survived all these years. But she craves giving control to someone else.

After so many years of having to be strong, of having to make every single decision pertaining to her life and survival, how could she not?

“Color, Waverly?”

“Green,” she murmurs.

“Good girl.” I drag the tips of my fingers up the back of her thigh, goosebumps spreading in their wake. “So responsive for me, Little Temptress.”

She sucks in a breath as I curve toward her center but taper off before I can reach her pussy and then repeat the same path on the other side.

“When I slide these panties to the side, am I going to find you wet?”

“Yes.”

I smirk. “I thought so. Your pussy is needy for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir,” I correct her, slapping my hand down on her ass cheek softly. I’m not punishing her because she didn’t know, but she needs to know what to expect if she doesn’t address me correctly from here on out.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her thong and slowly drag it down her legs, taking the time to kiss each globe of her ass as I guide the fabric to the ground and help her step out of them.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Her pussy glistens, and my mouth waters at the thought of diving into her sweetness, but I manage to restrain myself.

Fuck. I’ve always prided myself on my control, and yet when it comes to Waverly, that control may as well not exist with how easily it bends for her.

I wrap my hands around her thighs and gently coax her legs further apart to give myself a better view of her perfect cunt. I could spend the rest of my life on my knees for this woman, and I would die the happiest man on earth.

If I want a chance of extending this scene past simply fucking her, I need to get a move on, because every second I spendstaring at her pussy is a second closer I am to saying fuck it and sinking into her wet heat.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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