Page 66 of The Two Last Moments

And that thick cock. I’ve felt his erection twice now, and I know it’s big. I want to see what he’s packing. If he’s cut or uncut, smooth or veined. Those dirty possibilities probably hint that I’m not as virginal as he seems to think. I’mdyingfor that cock.

“Can we get undressed?” I ask.

“You want to get me naked?”

“Obviously.” I reach down between us to rub the hot length in his jeans. “Don’t you want to see me too?”

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, dropping open-mouthed wet kisses to my neck. “But we’re taking this slow. I’m going to be careful with you.”

“What if I’d rather be manhandled?”

“Lark,” he growls, nostrils flaring. His eyes flick up to mine, all dark and stormy seas. “You said you’d trust me to take care of you. That means, right now, I’m deciding what’s best for you.”

The flare of heat at my center says I like that, too. The possessive, protective tone he’s using, even though that same attitude annoys me at times.

Sweat prickles and goosebumps raise all over my body in anticipation.

I nod, and Danny’s weight disappears as he retreats from the bed. I want to protest, but he grabs my hands so I’ll sit up. He positions me at the edge of the mattress. His knee nudges mine apart, and he stands between my spread legs. I gaze up at him as he towers over me. His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows.

I’m wearing a simple knee-length cotton dress today, and it’s gotten hiked up to my thighs. Danny’s gaze rakes over my exposed skin.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

“You’ll see.”

Bending forward, he rests his large, warm hands on my knees. His thumbs press into the flesh of my inner thighs. They drag up, up, beneath the hem of my dress, almost to my crotch. I purr and shiver, feeling my panties dampen against my skin. I lean back, propping myself against my hands on the mattress.

“Keep going.” I beg.

His thumbs feather over the skin at my inner thighs. “You stay right there and be good for me, and I’ll give you what you need. Nice. And. Slow. Like I said.”

“But I’m not going to keep my mouth shut. That’s not me.”

“I love that about you. Love when you’re feisty. Just don’t expect to get your way.”

Grinning, he grabs his T-shirt by the back collar and tugs it off, tossing it to the floor. My eyes rake over him, hungry for every inch of Danny they can get. I’ve seen him shirtless, and the view is just as stellar as I remembered. His chest is smooth, his pecs broad and rounded and inked with tattoos. There’s an American flag on the heart-side, a compass rose on the other pec. But the true north of the compass points back to his heart.

His biceps and abs are all lean muscle with more tats, too many for me to study them all just yet. My attention is bouncing around too much.

Then my gaze lands on the faint trail of blond hair that starts below his belly button, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. As I trace a visual path down to his fly, Danny pops open the button and undoes the zipper.

“You still okay?”

“More than okay. Can I touch you?”

He gives me a lopsided grin. “Wait until I say.”

I grumble. “You’re enjoying this.”

His hand pauses. “But are you?”

“Yes.Pleasekeep going with your sexy striptease.”

Chuckling, Danny tugs down his jeans. The bulge of his erection juts at an angle, hidden below the elastic of his gray boxer briefs. The spot of wetness at the tip of his erection makes it obvious that he’s leaking.

His thumbs hook the elastic band of his briefs, and he shucks them down. His cock pops out, pointing upward. Thick and purple where the head peeks out of his foreskin. Shiny with precome. He steps out of his underwear, and his cock bobs with the movement, his balls tight and full below.

Gorgeous.

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