Page 58 of A Fine Line

Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back slightly, and her brow furrowed in concentration. I’m enraptured by the sight of her. It takes every bit of my self-control not to surge forward, toss her onto the floor on her back, and fuck her into the carpet.

She lifts a bit, her hand holding my dick where she wants it so she can tease her pussy with my tip, each undulation of her hips taking me slightly deeper. She pauses when I’m about halfway inside her, and her breath catches, but this time, it doesn’t seem to be from desire.

I put a hand on her naked hip, my other hand touching the side of her face gently. When her eyes meet mine, they’re glassy, almost sad. “What is it, sweetheart?” I ask gently, not at all sure what caused the change in her mood.

She opens her mouth to respond but then stops, closing her mouth and taking a few shuddering breaths before trying again. “I’m good.”

“We don’t have to do this.”

“No,” she says breathlessly, rolling her hips so more of me disappears into her clutching depths, and I grit my teeth against my urge to shove up the rest of the way. “I want to. I needed a minute, but I’m good now.”

I’m torn between letting her be and calling her out for her less-than-enthused demeanor, but the pleading in her eyes makes me take the former option. I pull on her shirt, urging her to remove it, and she does, pulling it over her head and tossing it on top of my clothes.

I cup her breasts, massaging her nipples with my palms as she sinks down onto me until I’m fully seated inside. She grinds against me, then eases up and back down before rubbing against me again, trying to find a rhythm that works for her.

I pinch and roll her nipples with my fingers, then lean forward, taking one and then the other into my mouth, sucking and teasing with my lips and tongue. Her movements become more erratic, her moans and cries more frenzied as she rides me, but soon, the frenzy turns into what sounds like frustration.

“I can’t,” she gasps. “I can’t. Oh, fuck, Tony.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask with effort, my need to come again almost overwhelming my good sense. “Tell me what you need.”

She shakes her head, her eyes squeeze shut, but then she looks at me and says, “I need you to fuck me.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I surge to my feet, taking her with me, and she shouts in surprise as I flip our positions, and then she’s sprawled on the sofa. I pull her hips forward so her ass is hanging over the edge slightly, then push her knees back, spreading her open for me. I dribble saliva on her pussy then slide my cock back inside her forcefully, my growl of pleasure echoing throughout the room.

I snag one of her hands, bringing her fingers to my lips and licking them, wetting them with my spit, and then placing her wet hand on her clit. “Touch yourself.”

She frowns, confusion evident on her face, but she does as she’s told, rubbing her fingers over her clit tentatively at first. I match my thrusts with the stroke of her fingers, the slow tempo quickly escalating until she’s actively chasing her orgasm, and I’m pumping into her with a solid slap on each in stroke.

“Fucking look at me, Carolina.”

Her eyes open, and she meets my gaze, her fingers on her clit taking on a slightly different rhythm, and soon, she’s struggling to keep her eyes on mine as hers roll back into her head, pleasure washing over her in waves. She moans loudly, cursing softly as she writhes beneath me, her body sucking me in deeper, even as she attempts to push me away.

I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, pounding into her until she’s completely satiated beneath me, and then I let go, pushing in as far as I can and releasing deep inside her.

She’s shaking beneath me, her legs quivering as I help her lower her knees, so her feet are braced on my calves. She has a dreamy expression, and she whispers so softly I almost miss it, “So that’s what it’s like.”

It’s almost as if she’s never come before.

This thought has me feeling equal parts shock and panic. She’s obviously not a virgin, and while she’s several years younger than me, she’s clearly old enough to have had various partners before now.

She’s staring up at me, her chest heaving, a look of awed satisfaction on her features as she reaches up and touches my face. I don’t pull away or flinch. I simply lean into her touch, the warmth of her fingers on my skin easing the tension in my chest.

And that’s when it hits me.

I am so fucked.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Carolina

Thisguyisfuckinginsane.

And that’s saying something, given some of the company I’ve been keeping over the past decade or so.

Declan attempted to make small talk for the entire flight to California, but I flat-out refused to talk to someone so fucking stupid that he would kidnap someone from a human-trafficking ring as a way to prank his older brother.

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