Page 33 of Into the Shadows

I undo the button on my jeans, the pressure in my cock easing with the space I’m finally giving it. Then I drop my underwear and kneel on the bed. Lottie’s jaw drops, and I open my mouth to explain that the prosthesis shouldn’t affect anything, when she stops me with her outburst.

“No way are you going to fit inside me. Huh-uh. Nope.” She’s shaking her head.

I snort out a laugh, completely unprepared for her to have an objection to my cock instead of my prosthetic. “Trust me, Sparkles. You’ll fit around me just fine.” I’m not even thatbig. A little over average, maybe, but compared to some of the guys from my old unit, I’m not even close to the biggest.

How experienced is Lottie?

She’s reaching out her hand to me as if she can’t help herself. I hold still, allowing her to explore until she’s satisfied. Her vulnerable gaze snags mine, and I soften toward her. She’s not even close to experienced.

I slide my fingers through her hair at the same time that she grips me in her fist. I yank on her dark brown locks a little harder than I should because of it. Lottie’s moan makes my cock jerk.

Jesus, she’s going to be the death of me.

“Squeeze me a little harder.”

Lottie’s eyebrows rise, but she follows directions.

“Fuck,” I murmur. “Like that.” My hips twitch, trying to fuck into her fist. I need to switch things up, or I’m going to blow embarrassingly fast.

I hook my hands under her armpits and lift her up the bed. Lottie gasps when she lands. I grip her thong at her hips and yank it down her lithe legs. My hands make their way back up to her thighs, a slow seduction of movement. Without reservation, Lottie’s knees open wide, giving me space to move closer.

She’s incredible. Brave. Entirely too trusting.

And mine.

I run my nose up her inner thigh, following the path of my hands. Lottie’s hips buck, and I press my palms into them to hold her down.

She smells like spiced wine and woman, and I can no longer go slow. My tongue slides up her leg until I hit the apex of her thigh. Lottie moans, the sound encouraging me to keep going.

I finally get my first taste of the woman who has filled my dreams for years. It’s everything I imagined and more. I growlinto her flesh, my tongue sliding through her slit to find every place that makes her moan and gasp. I coax every noise out of Lottie until she’s out of her mind with pleasure and riding my face like the very good girl she is.

“That’s it, Sparkles. Come on my tongue while you scream my name.”

“Teddy! Oh…God.” Her body seizes as the waves of pleasure finally crash through her. She’s magnificent, a goddess of hedonistic lust.

I rise onto my knees, Lottie’s body splayed out before me like an offering. I grip my cock with an unrelenting fist, pumping myself until I can’t hold back my own pleasure. My release lands on Lottie’s lower belly, defiling the good girl I’ve always thought she was and turning her into the dirty one I knew she could be if given the chance.

The sight pushes my orgasm to the brink until everything I used to be is washed away.

I fall to the side to keep from crushing Lottie. She moves at the same time I do, her body turning toward me as I wrap my arms around her waist to pull her into my chest. I run soothing strokes down her spine until she begins to drift off.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet.” I kiss the top of her head before getting up to move into her bathroom. It takes me a second to get my legs under me, and then I dig through her cabinets to find a washcloth. Lottie is curled on her side, a peaceful smile on her face. I sit on the bed and press her hip to have her roll onto her back. She groans in protest.

“Trust me, sweetheart. You won’t be happy with me tomorrow if I don’t clean you up now.” I wipe the wet cloth across her stomach to clean my release off her skin. When I’m done, I drop it onto the floor and start the process of taking off my prosthetic.

“Will you stay?” Her quiet question makes me turn towardher.

“Of fucking course, I’m staying,” I grumble.

Lottie’s smile softens my ruffled feathers. “Good.”

“I don’t know what kind of man you think I am that I’d just leave after what we shared.” The words are mostly an angry murmur. I’m not truly saying them to her. And to be fair, I’ve done my share of leaving after sex. But I’ve never done it after taking a woman on a date.

Lottie giggles, and I pounce on her. My prosthetic leans against the nightstand now.

“Are you laughing at me, little girl?” I dig my fingers into Lottie’s ribs.

She fights me off, slipping out of my grip until she’s straddling my stomach. She presses my wrists into the mattress, and my cock takes notice of her naked body on top of mine. I could get out of her hold without issues, but I don’t want to.

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