Page 38 of Not In Love

His voice came out low, rasping. “Look up.”

When she did, it hit him like a punch to the gut. Because it wasn’t just lust shining back at him. It was trust.

He dragged his cock across her cheek, the swollen head gliding along the line of her jaw. Her skin was flushed, warm, beaded with fine sweat. She didn’t flinch—only breathed deeper.

Her eyes never left his.

Every instinct in him screamed to be careful. To slow down. This wasn’t just a woman looking to get off. This was Kash, and she was already unraveling him thread by thread.

“Lick the crown. Swallow the precum.”

She obeyed with a swipe of her tongue, a little hum vibrating in her throat as she swallowed. His balls drew up instantly, the sound embedding itself into his bones. Damn it, he was too close to the edge already. And he wanted to play with her, push her. He needed this encounter to last.

“Pull your neckline down.”

“Okay,” she said, before tugging at the lacey edge of the negligee. It refused to relent in her shaky grip.

He bent down to help and got a subtle whiff of her arousal, under the rose scent of her warm skin. The need to press a kiss to her crown was so strong that he had to breathe through it.

Grabbing the neckline in both fists, he tore it down the middle. Her breasts spilled out, full and flushed, nipples tight. Groaning, he dragged his knuckles over the swell of one.

Her breath caught, and she leaned forward like she couldn’t help herself. Like she was nothing but an offering to him, to be molded into whatever shape he wanted her to be in.

He pinched a fat, dusky nipple, then tugged until she whimpered, head falling back. The sound went straight to his cock.

Pulling back before he lost the plot—and fucked her instead of giving her what she asked for— he tapped his cock against her lips again. “Open up,” he growled.

Her lips parted, and she took him in slowly, until she was humming around the head. Wet heat, slick and velvet, surrounded him, tugging his balls up. He buried a hand in her hair, the other curling into a fist behind him on the bed.

When he pushed in a little more, she widened her lips, her eyes daring him to give her more. To test her limits. To let go fully.

Eyes glinting with naked lust, pink lips stretched wide, she looked perfect. Throwing his head back, he thrust shallowly, careful to avoid her throat. Tingles broke out down his spine, pulling a strangled moan from his lips.

Fuck, he was too close to the finish line. With the hand in her hair, he tugged her off with a curse.

She gasped, panting, lashes flickering rapidly. Her fingers gripped his thigh. “What?” she demanded, all fury and lust.

“If you want all of it,” he said, enjoying her temper, “you’ll have to come too.”

Her flush deepened while her gaze turned mutinous. But there was hunger there too.

He clasped her jaw and caressed the slope of her cheek with his thumb. “Show me, Preciosa, how badly you’re dripping for me.”

This time, she didn’t hesitate. Shoved her negligee up, pushed her thong aside, and slid her fingers into herself.

The sight of the neon pink thong against her brown flesh nearly brought him to his knees. “Three fingers,” he said without compunction. “Stretch that pussy like I would.”

Her breath hitched but she obediently added another finger, then one more. Bare thighs clenched. “It’s tight, Diego.” Her whimper wrapped around his balls.

“Yeah, I know, Preciosa. I know how tight that cunt is for me,” he said, voice strangled. “Now show me your arousal.”

She pulled her fingers out, slick and shiny. He grabbed her hand and sucked them into his mouth, groaning around the taste. She moaned in response, her hips twitching forward involuntarily.

“Your taste…” he murmured. “I want it from the source.”

“No. My turn,” she said, even as fierce color crested her cheeks.

He chuckled darkly. “Fine. But you don’t get the full load unless you get yourself off. Otherwise…” He stroked himself lazily. “It’s going all over your precious rug.”

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