Page 122 of Stolen Voices
A smug smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “We’re going to do this my way.”
Like hell we are.
With all their crazy advice, I can hear the girls in my head, egging me on to push Eli over the edge. I’m America’s sweetheart, but even a good girl deserves to be bad sometimes.
“I’ll show you if you show me.” I look down at the huge bulge in his slacks, and I swear I can see the outline of his cock twitch behind the offending material.
“That’s not how this works.”
“Why not? You get a show; I get a show. Seems fair.” I bring my forefinger to my mouth, drag the pad over my tongue, and hum.
Eli hisses a curse.
My nipples harden as I slide my finger down the center of my body, stopping above my bare pussy. “Do you want me to keep going?” I taunt.
“You know I do.” Eli grips his erection over his slacks.
I reward him by slipping my finger through my slit, spreading my lips for him to see me glisten.
“Naughty fucking girl.”
“Only for you.”
“Fine. You want to play dirty? Let’s play.” He reaches for his belt.
I stop him. “Lose the shirt.” My demand is met with a taunt as I pull his T-shirt over my head and drop it beside the bed.
Eli smirks down at me as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, letting the fabric fall open, revealing his rippling abs.
I push a finger inside my pussy with a needy whimper.
The action does exactly what I want. Eli’s nostrils flare as continues to stroke his dick over his pants. “Fuck. I can smell your sweetness from here.”
I remove my finger with another moan and place it on my clit. “Keep going.”
“Tell me, princess, are you as desperate to watch me fuck my fist as I am to watch you fuck your fingers?”
“Yes,” I hiss as I add pressure to my clit.
Eli loosens his belt and pulls it through the loops, wrapping the leather around his fist as he mumbles, “Another time,” before dropping it to the floor.
My heart beats wildly with excitement as he unbuttons his pants and drags the zipper down, exposing his black boxer briefs before pushing them both over his hips and down his thick thighs.
I gasp at the sight of his cock springing free. Holy shit. Eli is packing some serious BDE in his pants. His dick is utter perfection in all its gigantic glory.
For a split second, I worry I won’t be able to take him, but my throbbing pussy clenches, letting me know she’s up for the challenge.
The wide pink crown of his cock drips with a bead of precum, begging to be licked—like the thick, pulsing vein running up his shaft.
I reach for him, but he bats my hand away. “No touching, princess. Hand back on your pretty pussy.”
I moan as I find my clit again and rub circles over it.
He grips his cock and strokes it from root to tip. “See what you do to me, Callie?”
“Yes.” I’m entirely captivated by the way his abs ripple, and his hips thrust into his large hand as he jerks and squeezes his thick shaft.
“Does seeing how hard my cock is for you make you wet?” He grits the question through his teeth as he fights for control.
