Page 30 of Pay the Price

Otis grabbed my knee and hooked it over his hips. Now I felt the full length of his dick against my needy pussy, and I pressed into him, rubbing against the length of his shaft, using the friction to stimulate my clit. The rough fabric of his jeans againstmy legs, bare except for the boxers I wore to bed, somehow made the whole thing more erotic, a study in contrast: Otis’ calloused hands against my smooth skin, the rough fabric of his jeans on my bare legs, his rigid cock pressed into my soft heat like it belonged there.

He yanked up my tank top. “Fuck, Daisy. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about doing this.”

He flicked his tongue against one of my nipples, then sucked it into his mouth.

I moaned, turning my face into the pillow to stifle the sound. It was one thing for Cassie to know Otis was sneaking in to keep an eye on me but it was something else for her to know we were fucking, especially now that I knew the truth.

I pushed up his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin on mine, then ran my hands over the muscled plane of his chest, over his shoulders and up into his long hair.

We were tangled up in each other on the bed, my leg still flung over his hip while he worked my tits with his mouth and hand.

Finally I got frustrated with his shirt, his jeans, all the layers of clothing still between us.

“Take this off,” I gasped, yanking at the shirt.

He leaned back and reached down to tug off his shirt with one hand. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his perfect chest, leaner than Wolf’s but defined and leading to flat abs and a trail of golden hair that led into his jeans.

“Jeans too,” I said.

He scrambled off the bed, all too eager to comply, and unzipped his jeans, then pushed them off his hips.

I didn’t know if he hadn’t been wearing underwear or if he’d just gotten rid of them with the jeans. What I did know was that he was now naked, and the sight of his perfect cock juttingbetween his thighs was enough to turn my smoldering desire into a raging inferno.

He got back onto the bed and kneeled next to me, then reached for my tank top. “Fair’s fair, doll.”

I let him pull it over my head. Then he got between my thighs and pulled off my boxers and underwear.

He tossed them aside and looked down at me, his gaze raking my body slowly, the way he looked at a rare car with custom detailing. “Goddamn.”

It was just one word, but his raw appreciation made my face heat with pleasure.

He stretched out over me and kissed me long and slow, our tongues tangling in a heated dance. The head of his cock nudged my already-throbbing pussy and I opened my legs wider, making it clear what I wanted.

“Wolf was right,” Otis said, breaking the kiss to murmur against my lips. “You’re an impatient little thing.”

“You talked to Wolf about fucking me?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. “We talk about everything.”

“What did he say?” My voice was breathless as he touched his lips to my neck, kissing his way down my throat and leaving a trail of fire every step of the way. My nipples were hard, my pussy soaking, every nerve in my sex-starved body tingling.

“He said there’s nothing you don’t like to do,” Otis said, his tongue dipping into the well of my collarbone.

“I don’t think I’ve tried everything yet,” I said, lifting my chin to give him better access. “What else did he say?”

His lips branded my chest. He pushed my tits together and licked them just enough to make me want more, to crave the heat of his mouth. “He said you’re responsive, that you’re not shy in bed.”

“He said that?” My eyes were closed, the words floating through my mind. I had a hard time concentrating as he pressed his lips to my stomach, making his way lower.

And lower.

“He did.” The mattress shifted and I opened my eyes to see that he’d positioned himself between my thighs.

“What else?” I asked. Why was it such a turn-on to know they’d talked about me? That they’d talked about fucking me? Had Jace been there?

He pushed my thighs open. “He said your pussy gets dripping wet when you’re turned on.” Otis’ voice had grown hoarse and I moaned as he slid his fingers through my cunt. “You’re dripping now, doll. Does that mean you’re turned on?”

I gasped as he slid his fingers inside me, and I looked between my thighs and watched him work my pussy with his fingers. “Yes. What… what else did he say?”

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