Page 98 of Wicked Sin

“Super green.”

“Did you like how I shoved your legs apart?”

“Uh…yeah.” She squirms, trying to bring her sweet little slit in contact with my fingers.

I let her, because I’m easy, and I want to be inside her so bad I can taste it.

Just like last night, her pussy feels amazing. Sheishot and tight, and the words haunt me. I hate that she has triggers. No-go places in the middle of her fantasies that wreck everything.

It’s a fine line, walking through her nightmares and pushing only the right buttons. “Ah, you feel so good. You’re fucking wet, babe. You must want more.”

She shakes her head. No. “Be gentle.” But then she smiles, and winks, and laughs.

It’s unbelievably hot.

“That’s not what your pussy is telling me. You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Hungry to ride my hand. Get off on me. Flood my fingers with your come.”

She rocks against me, wet and slick. Always ready for more.

I breathe as much respect as I can into the next line, because it’s fucking amazing. “You’re insatiable.”

“I’ve been starved of this.” She licks her lips, her eyes wild. I love that truth that she’s just served up, too. Maybe this is the only way she could admit it. “For far too long.”

Forever, I realize.

My little firebrand has never been loved. Never been free to love.

“Too fucking long,” I growl back at her. “But this is yours. I’m yours. Use me, baby. Get yourself off. Fuck my hand. You want more?”

“Uh huh.” Her mouth is swollen, her lips red.

I ease my fingers out of her and cup her whole sex, my fingertips teasing the sensitive skin just past her pussy. Heading for her asshole, if that’s where she wants me to play next.

“How much more?”

She shudders against me. “Luke…”

“Is that something that’s hard to ask for, baby?” I kiss her softly. She likes that. She likes me to be big and bad and mean—and sweet. She loves the cajoling. “What would you say if I told you I’ve jerked off to the thought of fucking your ass?”

A sob tears from her body but she’s not crying. It’s a gulping gasp, desperate and horny.

Music to my ears.

“How would you want me to do it?” I croon the questions as I move against her, being heavy, holding her down. “Do you want me to take my time and stretch your bum? I’d enjoy that. Watching you ride my fingers there just like you do in your pussy.”

Her eyes flare wide. “Or…?”

“Or I take you hard and fast.”

Another cry slides over her perfect lips as she grinds her clit against the heel of my hand.

I don’t have any lube, but she’s slick as fuck from her greedy pussy. I slide some of that slippery goodness to her back hole and rub, ever so softly. I’m not going to fuck her right now.

I’d never fuck her raw, without being prepped, but she can get off on the idea of that if she wants.

It makes me rock hard. I know she can feel my cock against her hip, and when she mewls at my touch, I wrench her toward me. Holding her tight with one arm with the other hand ruthlessly rubs back and forth along her crack.

“Tell me to stop touching you, princess.”

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