Page 64 of Pretend You Love Me
“You.” My voice is breathless.
“Me doing what?”
“Fucking me.”
“How?”
“Anyway you want.”
His jaw tightens and then says, “I can’t wait until I can bury myself in that sweet pussy.”
I open my eyes. He’s stroking himself with my panties in his hand. It’s driving me wild.
“I want to feel you clench around my cock,” he says, and I moan his name. I’m writhing and panting.
“That’s right. Show me how you make yourself come.”
I arch my back and moan. “God...Kip...I’m...”
“That’s right, baby. Show me how you come.”
I don’t hold back. He may not be touching me, but I feel him. I feel his words. I feel the heat radiating off him. I feel his magnetic pull.
I’m gasping for air and crying out his name. I watch him spill himself all over my panties, and it sends me over the edge. The earth tilts sideways, and I allow myself to fall.
Oh my god.I’ve never made myself comelike thatbefore. I’m dizzy and can’t move.
He crashes down beside me. We’re both on our backs gasping for air.
“Holy hell,” he whispers. He places his hand on my arm.
“No touching.”
“Really?” he says, pulling his hand back.
“No. I’m joking. It’s fine.”
He laughs and puts his hand back.
“These are mine now,” he says putting my panties on the nightstand. “I’m keeping them forever. You can’t have them back.”
I just grin and roll to my side so I can face him.
“How did you ship those condoms? Pony Express?” I ask.
He tilts his head down and laughs. “We’re in the middle of nowhere Alaska. Everything comes by Pony Express.”
I laugh and then say, “Well, just remember, you’re the one who told everyone we were trying to get pregnant, or we could just go to a store like regular people.”
He shakes his head. “God, I’m an idiot.”
“You really are,” I agree.
He kisses my forehead. “When do you want me to take you to the police station? Hawk needs a statement.”
“Oh, I can do that on my own. I’m sure you have better things to do today.”
“No. I don’t.” He frowns. His voice is firm.
