Page 63 of Pretend You Love Me
“Fuck me,” he whispers. His hands are practically twitching. “You’re killing me, Ginger.”
“I’m just getting started.” Our eyes are still locked. He groans, and I smirk.
“Your turn,” I say, pointing at him.
He stands up and pulls off his boxers. I let my eyes drift down his entire body. “Enjoying the view,” he asks.
I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes. “You have no idea.”
He leans his head back and groans again.
“Tell me what you’d want me to do to you if I could touch you,” he says. His eyes are so heated right now, and it’s lighting up every inch of me.
“I’d want you to kiss me.”
“Where?”
I lean my head to the side and point to my neck. “Here.”
“I’d like that,” he whispers. “Where else?”
I’m kneeling in front of him on the bed. He’s still standing.
“Here.” I drag my hands over my breasts as he watches me. “I’d want you to kiss and suck and lick.”
He moves toward me. I hold up my hand and scoot back. “No touching.”
He puts his knee on the bed and starts to crawl toward me. I scoot back further.
“No touching.” I point at him.
He smirks. “Such a damn rule follower, Ginger.”
I just bite my lip in response. I don’t want to be a rule follower right now. I really, really don’t, but I don’t trust myself around this man. He’s like a magnet pulling me toward him.
“Give me your panties.” His voice is raspy.
I just blink. I know they are soaked.
“Give them to me. They are mine.”
I shimmy out of them and hand them to him.
He grins as soon as he touches them. “Fuck me, these are drenched.”
I blush.
“It’s a good thing.” He’s caught me blushing. “Lie back.”
I obey. We’re holding eye contact the entire time. He takes my panties and wraps them around his cock, his hand firmly around it. There’s a fire growing between my legs.
“Touch yourself.” He stares down at me.
I slide my hand down between my legs. He groans as he watches my legs spread apart. “That’s a good girl.”
I’m writhing under my own touch. My eyes fall closed.
“What are you thinking about, Ginger?”
