Page 56 of Howl You Doin?
I step out of my flowy dress bundled around my new shoes that he gave me, and I’m left in nothing but my panties, bra, and whatever the hell this garment is beneath the awfully heavy material.
“Everyone in the castle likes you and says you’re so nice, so I was wondering why you were such a dick to me. I guess it makes sense now.”
“It really is simple, Whitley. It’s because you drive me up the fucking wall.”
I can’t help but laugh as I step away from him. “That’s not even an answer!”
“Come back here,” he almost growls, making my pussy flutter. “I’ll help you out of your stays.”
“Stays?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder and incidentally turning to him.
He smirks with a knowing grin and twirls a finger, indicating for me to turn back around. “Another word for corset.”
“Look at you being all fancy.”
My skin heats when his hand brushes lightly against my shoulder while the other slips across my waist. A kiss at my neck has my stomach filling with butterflies and a gasp leaving me.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, trying to hide how quickly my body fills with need.
I really wish it wasn’t so easy for him.
“Helping you undress.” His dark voice is a rumble.
Oh shit. When did he get so damn suave? This man is going to be the death of me if he suddenly starts being a tease. His actions now, after this morning, feel like Connor has turned the charm dial to overdrive and wants to make my speakers blow.
He undoes the laces, and I’m forced to step back when he pulls me. His mouth touches my ear as he says, “And then I am going to help you play with your pussy.”
My stomach dips and my body betrays me. My nipples harden, my clit pulsates, and goosebumps crawl up my back. My heart thuds, picking up speed.
“What makes you think that is whatweare doing?” I hate how my breathing turns ragged at just the thought.
“Because I want to help you get off. Is that a problem?”
“Men don’t just do that,” I blurt, wishing the ground would swallow me whole, because never have I ever had a man want my orgasm over his own.
Then again, Connor probably wants to get his dick wet, and my pussy is already primed and begging to do just that.
His head comes up at that, his eyes blazing. “I do, and you’re going to let me.” He cocks his head. “Unless you don’t want me to touch you?”
I go still and say nothing. Until my corset falls, leaving me in only my panties and shoes. The growl that comes from his throat sounds so strange on a human, but the fire in his eyes when they drop to my tits has my nipples hardening.
I quickly hide them with my arms, but it’s too late.
“Shit, Whitley. Come here before I lose my mind,” he says, before he tugs at my waist and slams his mouth over mine.
After he kisses me to the point I’m nearly whimpering, he pulls away only to shove me hard and my back hits the bed, my naked breasts going in every direction. It’s almost comical howhe frantically tugs at the laces of my shoes, and they thud one after the other as he tosses them and my socks carelessly over his shoulder, making me giggle. The sound is cut off abruptly when he bends, his mouth touching my inner thigh and his beard scrapes roughly against my sensitive skin, causing me to almost come off the bed with a gasp.
“I hate how you tease.” My voice is a moan as his hands slide up my calves.
“I know you do.” He coasts one hand further up my body and pinches my nipple lightly. “But we both know your pussy doesn’t.”
“How eloquent. God, you get on my nerves,” I tell him, trying to sound like he’s not getting to me, even as my legs move this way and that across the sheets for friction. The bastard.
“Your clitoris has thousands of those, and I want to get on every single one,” he drawls, then lets out a deep chuckle as he crawls up the bed beside me.
“Ugh.” I move, trying to sit up and get away, but he laughs outright and pulls me back down.
“Whitley...” His hand grips my thigh firmly, his teeth grinding until a muscle in his jaw pulses. “Can you spread those pretty thighs for me?”
