Page 4 of Escaping the King
At first.
I’d let her go slowly and at her own pace.
And then I’d take over and fuck her nice and hard.While I licked those big tits of hers.“I would just happen to love some company, Sophia.”I grinned at her and crooked my finger.
After I set my glass on the coffee table, I watched her walk around the couch.
Yeah.
That nightie was short.Just like I’d thought.My eyes trailed from her feet to the hem of her nightie.Then up her belly to her fantastic fucking tits.
I spread my legs, giving my dick the room he needed.“Come, sit beside me.”I reached my hand up and she instantly put her small one into it.
Yeah.
She wanted me.
I pulled her down to the couch.Her bare thigh touched mine and I chuckled.“There, now I’m not so lonely anymore.How about you?”
She laughed softly.“I’m feeling less lonely, too, Stefan.”Her fingers dropped to her thigh and tried to yank her short nightie down a bit.
I had to laugh at her attempt to cover her leg with such little material.My hand landed on top of hers.“I like seeing your legs.”
Her eyes widened, and she started breathing faster.“You do?”she asked, as though she was really happy to hear that.
I let my fingers drag her nightie up her thigh.
And up further.
Until I saw a bare mound come into view.
Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrows.“My, my, my.”I looked into her eyes.“It looks like you forgot to put on panties.”
Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, and it turned me on even more.“Whoops.I can go put some on if you like?”Her voice was low and husky.And she didn’t want to go anywhere—let alone put on a pair of panties.
“Why bother?That would just be a waste of time since I’d have to rip them off the second you put them on.”
Her eyes flared, and I could feel the heat in them.
For me.
“Okay,” she said in a breathy, lost tone.“Whatever you want, Stefan.”
Whatever I want.
What I wanted was for Giselle to come out of her room right now and stop me from doing what I was about to do.
And express her undying love and affection for me.Tell me that she wanted to marry me and have my babies.
Not Carlo’s.
That was what I truly fucking wanted.
And I knew—that would never happen.She had promised Carlo her hand—and her womb.And here was Sophia, offering me—whatever the fuck I wanted.
“I’d like to take this pretty nightie off you to start,” I suggested and peered down at her already hardened nipples.
Fuck.
