Page 18 of Curse

“Search me all you fucking want, asshole. I told you I don’t have it!” she spits out.

Placing my hands firmly on her shoulders, I spin her so that she’s facing the stone wall. I run my hands down thebacks of her arms, stretching them out above her head and pressing her palms into the stone with one hand.

My cock grows harder, pressed against the small of her back, and I imagine what it would be like to peel her jeans down just enough to push inside her ass.

She bucks against me, as if she can hear my thoughts and wants to throw me off her, but the movement only serves to grind her ass into my cock like a dare.

Fuck.

I dip my head down close to her, my lips brushing her ear, as I breathe in the faint scent of cucumber and basil and growl, “Don’t test me, kitten. I’m in charge here.”

Turning her face slightly toward me, she closes her eyes. Her body is visibly shaking, but when I run my hands firmly and slowly down her arms, to her back, over her ass, and down the back of her legs, her trembling begins to subside.

Squatting down, I run the palms of my hands up the outside of her legs, searching for any lumps that could be the flash drive. When I slide my hands slowly up the inside of her thighs, her shaking comes to a stop completely and her breath hitches.

She widens her stance without having to be asked, and I can feel the heat emanating off of her body.

“Good girl,” I murmur under my breath, and she visibly relaxes. A sigh escapes her, and she drops her chin to her chest, leaning her forehead against the stone wall and willingly keeping her arms stretched out above her head.

Interesting. My girl has a praise kink.

When I get to the thick seam of her jeans between her legs, I pause an extra second. Though this is a great place to hide a flash drive, it’s her almost pulsating warmth that makes mepress in as hard as I can with two fingers, probing her soft flesh, hard and slow, until the denim begins to dampen.

Still squatting, my mouth right next to her warm pussy, I want so badly to bury my face between her legs. She sucks in her breath and arches her back the tiniest bit, grinding her pussy against my hand.

Fuck me. This woman is going to kill me.

11

Matti

Standing, I drag my palms up over her ass. Her fingers are pressing so hard into the stone wall that the skin is white around the nails.

I move closer to her, dipping down so that I’m almost touching the top of her head with my forehead. Both of my hands are on the small of her back, and I slide them around to her waist under her sweater.

When I touch her soft warm skin under her shirt, I’m almost electrified, and it takes everything in me not to groan as I breathe her in.

Instead, I slide my hands up over her stomach to the hard wire band of her bra and lift it just enough to run my fingertips underneath. When I barely graze her soft tits as I explore her cleavage, she shivers under my hands. She lifts her chin upward, tilting her head back against me, her eyes closed.

Her breath is coming shallower now, and I am suddenly acutely aware that Vin is behind us, waiting. I glance over my shoulder, but he is preoccupied, playing lookout. It feels like minutes have passed, but I know it’s only been a few seconds.I know I should walk away now, but I can’t resist.

With both arms around her, my hands inside her bra, I press my hard cock against her ass. She pushes back against me, and I lift the lace bra up and over her tits so that the band of her bra now rests on top of them. I cup her full breasts in my palms, rolling her nipples softly between my fingers, my dick hardening further.

She blows out a long slow exhale, and my self-control starts to slip. She flushes red, embarrassed. It takes every ounce of restraint I have to pull her bra back down in place, but when I do, she bites her bottom lip and a small whimper escapes in spite of herself. She tips her chin down to her chest, closing her eyes.

That’s all the encouragement I need.

I run my palms down her stomach to her waistband and push my hand down into her jeans, over her underwear, going directly to her warm wet pussy pulsating beneath my fingers. She is soaked, and she gets wetter as I hook a finger into the silky fabric, ready to push it to the side.

“Do I need to search here? Nice little hiding spot,” I whisper in her ear.

She says nothing, and I start to withdraw my hand. I doubt seriously she has a flash drive hidden in her pussy. But fuck, every cell in my body is focused on sinking inside her.

Her body’s response is as clear as day. Her closed eyes, her pounding heartbeat: they tell me everything I need to know. But I want to hear her ask me to push my fingers into her warm, wet pussy. I want to hear her beg.

When she doesn’t answer, I start to drag my hand slowly away from her pussy and up over her stomach, her tight jeans pressing my fingers into her skin. She inhales sharply.

“Do what you have to do,” she snarls at me, turning her face to mine, her plump lips just inches away.

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