Page 9 of Men Who Yearn
God.The way this strict-looking, domineering man begs could make a woman want to offer up her entire life on a silver platter.
I nod and grab the needle and thread, then carefully pierce his skin.“Thiswillhurt.”
“I can take it,” he answers, clenching his jaw as I go to work.
I’ve never seen a man hold his shit together as well as Mr.Rivera does.It’s like he must remain in control at all cost, even at the expense of his own sanity … his own life.
“I’m sorry you had to witness me kill someone,” he says all of the sudden.
I pause mid-suturing and look up into his hungry eyes and for a second there I almost thought I saw his actual cock bobbing up and down again.
“Are you afraid of me?”
I glance at the gun still lying on the desk.
“No.I’ve seen plenty of violence.I just never imagined it following me here to this prestige University.I’m not afraid of anything.”
I finish up the last sutures.
“But I do know when to keep my mouth shut.”
I place the needle and thread back into the kit and place a piece of gauze on top of the sutures, sealing it with a few pieces of tape.But when I attempt to remove my hand, he grabs ahold of it pushes it back down.
The intense gaze in his eyes holds mine like he’s commanding the very essence that moves my body.
“I like listening to you talk.”
I swallow, and his eyes follow a single bead of sweat as it rolls down from my neckline into the crevice between my breasts, and he licks his lips again, this time much slower, much more pronounced.
As if he wants me to seeit.
His cock, bouncing up and down, right in front of me.
Chapter 3
Kayla
He’s been watching me for so long.
At first, I thought I was imagining it.
That I was dreaming it up and that all he was doing was watching out for his kids.
But I have never in my life seen a man this ready to beg for a woman on her knees.
With both hands still on his thighs, I lean up until he inches back, his ragged breath clearly audible from up close.His hands release mine as my tits hover close to his package.His eyes are half-mast while my fingers slowly creep up his thighs.
He doesn’t flinch, but I can feel his cock bobbing up and down with excitement.
And I can’t help wonder how big it is.How much harder it can get.How long ago it’s been.
So I hook my fingers underneath his boxershorts and tug them down.
He doesn’t stop me.
I marvel at the sight of his massive cock as its released from its prison, fully glistening with pre-cum.
I lower myself between his legs and open my mouth, hovering closer to him with my tongue dipped out until it touches his shaft, and fuck me, the explosion of lust in his eyes is nearly enough to make me come.
