Page 96 of Hard to Resist

Her breathy pleas get lost as she presses her head against the wall. I capture her lips with my own, hungry to taste her moans just as much as I want to feel her release.

Her pussy squeezes one last time before it pulses with her release, quivering around my fingers which are now slick with her wetness. Her entire body goes weak, legs turning to mush as she slumps against the wall.

I’m entranced by the heady, glazed-over look in her eyes, which I will ingrain in my mind for later. The endorphins running through her veins leave her pliable in my arms.

I remove my fingers from her heat, bringing them to my mouth and tasting her salty sweetness. Verity’s lips part as she watches, and I smirk before diving back between her folds and gathering more of her release. She twitches as I graze over her sensitive clit, fingers momentarily clawing at my back once again.

“Open.” I hold my fingers up to her lips. “I want you to taste what it’s like to be mine.”

She sticks out her tongue, and I just about come in my pants at the motion, at the complete supplication. I trail my two fingers down her tongue, and she closes her lips around them, sucking me clean.

It messes with my head, has me envisioning the way she would look with my cock in her mouth. I’m tempted to push her down to her knees, to have her take me right there.

There’s a knock on the door to the balcony box.

Verity’s eyes blow wide, the haze dissipating as she shoves me back and then proceeds to crouch and hide in front of the chairs.

“Excuse me,” a voice calls out.

I groan, readjusting my dick in my pants as I stiffly walk to the door and crack it open a few inches, revealing an employee in a red suit.

“Yes.”

“Sorry to bother you. Just a quick reminder that this is a public venue. We have received some concerning complaints from the box next to yours.”

“I see. I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

I don’t wait as I close the door and turn to Verity, who is currently peeking over the back of the chair.

“Guess you weren’t as quiet as we thought, angel.”

“Oh my God.” She covers her eyes with her fingers. “That is so embarrassing.”

I slip back onto the seat next to her and peel her hands away from her face, planting a kiss on her fingertips.

“Just means we’ll have to be quieter next time.”

She pulls her hands back, clutching them to her chest with a defiant glint.

“There will be no next time.”

“Oh really? Because—”

“Shh. I’m watching the show.” She pointedly shifts in her seat and leans forward to observe the stage. “You already made me miss half of the Odile sequence.”

“Verity.”

“I’m not listening.”

“Your embarrassment just has me wanting to see how many other noises I can get you to make without getting caught.” I trail a finger up her bare arm.

She glares back at me, pursing her lips.

I raise my hands in defeat.

“Okay, okay. Watch your show.”

She lets out a small huff through her nose and turns back to the stage, shoulders relaxing slightly. I smirk, leaning forwarduntil my chin is on her shoulder and my lips graze the lobe of her ear.

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