Page 45 of Twisted Paths

Enjoying every second of it.

She unbuttons my jeans, so I lift my arse so she can pull them down. My boxers come down with my jeans. Pure lust spreads across her face when she takes hold of my hard cock.

“I think I know how to thank you,” she chuckles before swirling the tip of my dick with her tongue.

I should say something, make some clever remark, regain some kind of control, but my brain is static, my focus narrowing to the way she moves, the heat of her hands, the soft press of her lips as she trails kisses lower, her breath warm against my skin.

My fingers tangle in her hair, more instinct than thought. She gently sucks me into her warm mouth, and I am ready to explode. She tilts her head slightly, letting me guide her, her smile just barely there before she continues.

A quiet curse slips from my lips as my head falls back against the sofa.

She is absolute sin wrapped in soft curves and teasing glances, and I know I’m done for.

Her touch is slow, deliberate, designed to drive me mad. She uses her lips, her tongue, and her fingers to provide the sweetest torture there is.

I try to keep some kind of restraint, try to hold on, but Nancy doesn’t let me.

She works me apart with steady hands, soft lips, quiet, wicked confidence—until I can do nothing but sink into it, gripping her hair, groaning her name, and giving in completely.

Nancy moves with a quiet confidence, like she’s enjoying every flicker of control she has over me… and she does have it. Completely.

Too much.

I groan, my hand sliding to her cheek, tilting her face up. My cock pops from her mouth, glistening with the moisture of her saliva. Her lips are slightly swollen, her eyes hooded, and there’s a smugness in the curve of her mouth that nearly ruins me.

I exhale sharply, letting out a breathless chuckle, half-dazed, half-destroyed.

“Come here,” I murmur, my voice rough.

I guide her up, pulling her into my lap, capturing her mouth with mine, the urgency shifting into something deeper, something slower. My hands slide over her back, memorising every dip and curve, savouring the warmth of her against me.

But it’s not enough.

Not here.

Not like this.

I take her hand, leading her through the dimly lit hallway, the only sound the soft creak of floorboards beneath our steps. Neither of us speaks, but the air between us is thick, humming with anticipation, charged with something that’s been building since the moment she stepped into my world.

When we reach the bedroom, I step aside, watching as she moves toward the bed.

Nancy doesn’t hesitate.

She reaches for the thin straps of her dress, sliding them down her shoulders with an easy, unhurried confidence. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but lace underwear, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

She holds my gaze, eyes dark with something undeniable, something that makes my pulse hammer in my throat.

Then, slowly, she takes off her underwear as well and climbs onto the bed, stretching out against the cool linen, her body relaxed but expectant.

Her fingers trace along the duvet, an invitation in the way she tilts her chin, in the deliberate way she looks at me.

“Well?” Her voice is soft, teasing, but there’s something deeper in it, too… a challenge, a promise.

I exhale slowly, giving my cock a few deliberate, desperate pumps.

She is absolute perfection, stretched out in my bed, waiting for me.

And there isn’t a single chance in hell that I’m making her wait any longer.

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