Page 96 of True North

With a heady chuckle, I coax her to standing in front of me.

“Grant a dyin’ man his last wish.”

“Thathas you dyin’?” She chuckles and slowly brings herself to look at me.

“Fuck yes, I wanna watch you do that. See your sweet pussy swallow this thing whole.”

“I—” She seems out of breath. “You have to do it, I can’t. Not with you lookin’ at me like...”

I toss the bag to the floor and maneuver her to the bed. She sits as I come to stand between her legs, punching the small power button. The vibrator hums to life, and Lou shakes her head as if fighting the blush that’s deepened and consumed her face. My body is alive with tension as I send the tip of the vibrator brushing over her nipple.

She arches where she sits, like an addict after a fresh hit.

“Sweet Jesus,” I rasp, sending the tip across to the other nipple.

What a way to spend our first night here.

Nothin’ will ever get this man more riled up than the sweet, small sounds outta this woman’s mouth. As I run the plastic gizmo over her stomach and let it drop between her legs, she gives me one of those pretty sounds.

Her legs widen automatically, eyes falling shut as her head drops back. Bracing with her hands, she leans back, her perfect damn tits pushing toward me. Like the desperate man I am for her, I dive right in, needin’ every tiny morsel she will give up.

I rip the bodice of her top down, exposing her sweet flesh. My belt half undone, my chest bare, I lean down, claiming a pert nipple between my teeth. Nothin’ will ever taste as sweet as my Louisa May.

“Plea—” She writhes under my touch, center circling against the buzzing instrument still in my hand. “Off. Take them off...”

Dropping the vibrator, I rip the material from her shoulders. She doesn’t protest as I tear the flimsy material clean away from her body. The white lacy bra I find underneath sends the last of my blood roaring south.

Lou braces further back, lifting her hips. “Off!”

Yes, ma’am.

I thumb the soaked strip of material between her legs. A soft whimper tumbles from those pretty, kiss-swollen lips.

“Woman, you are a sight for sore eyes. So fuckin’ wet.”

Her hips wriggle impatiently.

I slide the panties down her long legs, nice and slow. The way I’ve wanted to for as long as I can remember. It’s better than I imagined. The soft material under my calloused hands, her silky skin sliding past my knuckles as I lower the white satin.

Laid bare for me, she is more than I deserve.

She’s stunning.

Drippin’ wet... for me.

Mine.

“Up.” I jerk my chin up, indicating up the bed. She moves backward, her eyes never leavin’ me. I swipe up the vibrator. With my cock straining against my pants, I kneel between her legs. “This is what gives you what you need, Louisa?”

I press the trembling plastic into her clit.

“Ye—Yes, mostly.”

That changes now.

I snap my eyes to her wet center. Her fingers grip handfuls of bunched-up duvet. I move the vibrator south, letting it sit at her entrance.

Nothing has ever felt more wrong.

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