Page 317 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
“You don’t,” I whisper. “You could stay. With me.” I lay out all my vulnerabilities and desires as I sink to my knees. Pain presents itself instantly, attacking my knee with its rabid claws. The pizza smooshes into the carpet under the knee that needs no cushion.
None of it matters.
I stay before her, teeth gritted for a single second. “Don’t go back to him, not even for tonight.” My fingers run over her thighs, my eyes stare up at her—the small figure dressed in darkness.
“Please, Dollie.” Not waiting for an answer, because I fear it’ll be no, I stand, lifting her body to mine. Her hot center presses against my stomach through those tiny shorts, and my head falls against hers.
“Choose me.” Those words sound like a pitiful beg in my broken voice.
Our mouths near, and I open my lips to place a sensual kiss on hers. My fingers sink into her round hips, my nails leaving little crescent moons in her skin as her shorts slide up, and I refuse to let go.
“I can’t.” My heart stalls, shuddering in my chest at those words. Dollie pulls back, pushing at my chest. “Shane could wake, and?—”
“Fuck him.” My mouth moves back to hers, sucking her full bottom lip into my mouth when she tries to pull away again. I can make her see reason. I can show her feelings—the kind we both try to hide from.
“If he comes over here, he’ll be so mad,” she explains, while stretching her neck back for me to kiss. The skin on her neck tastes so different from her pizza-kissed mouth and all its crumbs. Like salty tears and sweet frosting… too good to pull my lips away.
She moans in that little way I like, and I can’t help when the words fall from me in another plea, “Stay with me tonight.”
“I told you, I can’t.”
“Can I change your mind?” I whisper into her skin, kissing the same spot, suckling until blood rushes and heats under my tongue.
Her legs tighten around my hips. It’s too much. Too easy for my thoughts to wander to those tiny shorts.
Remembering the things she liked last time, I let one hand trail her thigh. The other hand assists as I lay her back on the bed against satin sheets.
My mouth breaks free from her neck, kissing her jaw, her cheeks, back to her mouth that doesn’t feel as uninviting as her cold words.
“He could come in.”
“He won’t come in here.”
With a hint of reluctance, she nods. Soft hands land on my face, those perfect legs, tightening around me, finally pulling me in closer.
My intention was a little kiss, but her wanting this, her body singing to my tune, shatters my resolve.
I last about a second before I brush Dollie’s clothed pussy with the tips of two fingers and her pouty lips with my tongue.
She’s your sist—my mind tries to interrupt the moment.
Fuck off.
Ignoring everything in me that tells me this is wrong, I slip through the loose legs of her shorts. My fingers slide up and down her soaking wet pussy, another of those pretty little moans slipping out in pleasure. Twirling a single finger around her clit, I wait for another moan before I use my whole hand to rub over her cunt.
She’s so wet for me right now, so close to the edge as her hips buck slightly and teeth pierce into her lower lip.
Two fingers push into her, her legs spreading wider as I slide in to the knuckles a few times before rocking my fingers deep in and out of her.
My eyes fix on her, my throat drying as I picture her coming undone for me for the second time. The shitty lighting keeps the real thing from me.
But that also prevents me from seeing any looks of discomfort or disappointment, because I am totally fucking winging it here. My hand moves to how her body responds. Each buck of her hips tells me she’s enjoying this. The wet slapping sound that lingers between us tells me I’m touching her just how she likes. The way her hands pull my lips back to hers shows me just how desperate she is for me to make her forget everything but us and this moment.
I need it too.
My tongue forces its way into her mouth, and I swallow down moans that come faster, harder. I can’t stop my hips from rocking my hard cock against her body. I shake with need—the need to please her.
Tight muscles pulsing around my fingers reveal how close she is.
