Page 27 of Whispered Desire

My dreams centered on her holding a knife, twirling it between her fingers, while my father laughed from the sidelines, a gun trained on me to prevent my interference as the flashing blade nicked her skin over and over again.

To say I could use the relief Allie’s curvy body snuggled against mine provides is an understatement.

My palm slips beneath her tee and slides higher to cup her breast, the generous swell overflowing the possessive grasp. My hand contracts causing her nipple to push between two fingers, and I wish we were positioned differently so I could suck the stiffening bud into my mouth.

Allie shifts but remains sleeping as I massage her breast while working my other hand into her sleep shorts to trace the hot seam of her pussy. My dick is rock hard as I slowly grind into her ass, a rumble of need vibrating in my chest.

Maybe it’s wrong to touch her after such a harrowing night, but I can’t help myself. She feels too good when I’ve been craving more since our agreement yesterday. After her lush curves molded to my lap while I fed her. After chaining her to my side while we slept.

And maybe Allie needs this, too.

Because she fidgets again, but this time a soft moan accompanies the movement.

Silky wetness eases the journey from her clit to the small opening of her cunt, and I carefully circle the ring of softened flesh and groan. She’s going to strangle my cock when I bury deep inside and stretch my innocent girl’s tight little pussy.

I lick behind her ear, savoring the salty sweet taste of her skin as she writhes into my hand and cock, rubbing every beautiful curve against me, searching for satisfaction.

Grunting, I readjust behind her so my body has more leverage, practically dry humping her into the mattress with each heavy rock of my hips.

Fuck these damn clothes.

My sweatpants and her cotton shorts offer an annoying barrier when all I want is to slide between the deep valley of her ass cheeks while finger fucking her pussy.

Allie whimpers, and the sound goes straight to my balls. They’re heavy and full and ready to shoot a steady stream of cum over my girl’s pretty little body.

“C'est ça, mon petit ange.Come for me,” I rasp, my harsh breaths filling her ear. “Ton cul parfait est sur le point de me faire jouir. Tu es si belle, ma douce fille.”

Our bodies shudder in near unison, first hers then mine, until I sink bonelessly into her, allowing my weight to anchor her to the bed.

“Wh… What just happened?”

Allison’s groggy voice holds a note of panic, so I quickly shift to my side and roll her over to face me. It spreads the sticky mess we made on the sheets, but I don’t care.

That's one of the perks of having a woman of my own—the convenience of wet pussy wrecking my cock and bed whenever I want it.

“You came for me like I commanded.” I suck the glossy evidence of her orgasm from my fingers.

Damn, she tastes good.

“But…”

A fist bangs on the door, and Allie startles like that nervous little bunny again.

“Hey, lazy bones. Our security access was finally cleared for Petit Enterprises. When you’re ready to grace us with your presence, we can start combing through their records to nail Louis,” Luca calls out, amusement coating his tone.

Jackass.

Unless he checked next door first, he couldn't know for sure if Allie was in my bed, but it’s not too much of a gamble to assume she is, which means he wanted to interrupt whatever we were doing.

Just like an annoying brother.

“That sounds important. I’m going to…” Allie tries to extricate herself from my embrace, but I stop her with a firm hand to her hip.

“Explain the details of your health,” I finish her sentence.

“We went over this last night. There’s not much more to tell.”

“I disagree.” Then I ask the questions raised from last night. Because there's no way in hell I'm letting her downplay anything.

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