Page 124 of Stolen Kiss

His other hand had moved to my dress and he pulled it down to my waist, baring my breasts to his gaze.

He groaned when cupped one, pulling away just enough to take me in.

“Fuck, you really aren’t wearing anything beneath that dress, are you?”

I smiled mischievously before offering a dainty little shrug. “I don’t know. I could be lying about not wearing panties just to drive you insane.”

I grinded my hips down so my pussy could press down on his hard-on. My eyes rolled back from the pleasure.

If I was already feeling like this, I wondered how it would feel with him inside me.

“Did you bring a condom?” I asked frantically. What if he didn’t? What if he hadn’t planned on having sex tonight? Lord knows, he’d gone several nights already.

He twisted my nipple between two fingers before leaning down and taking the other one in his mouth.

I could come just from this alone.

Just the image of him ravishing me like this was enough to push me over the edge, but I panicked a little when I realized he still hadn’t answered my question.

I flexed my wrists in his grip, and he only tightened around me, pulling me closer to him and using his teeth to drive me wild.

“Jensen, please!” I begged.

I needed answers. I needed to come. Fuck, I needed him to fuck me. Was that too much to ask for? I’d been a good girl my entire life.

Sort of.

Didn’t I deserve this?

Jensen made a rumbling noise in the back of his throat that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “Are you praying, baby?”

I glared at him. “So what if I am?”

He threw his head back and laughed. “Fuck, that’s a first.”

I didn’t have time to answer him. Jensen placed the blanket haphazardly on the floor and he carried me down to it.

He laid me flat, looking me over, his eyes glinting wickedly as he spread my legs apart.

“Comfortable?”

“Oh, yeah. This almost feels like I’m lying on a cloud,” I answered sarcastically. The blanket was thin and I could feel the cold floor on my bare back and thighs.

He laughed. “You’re my good girl, but fuck if you’re not my dirty little whore as well.”

Why did such demeaning words turn me on?

Slowly, he pushed my dress up and left it bunched around my waist. Cold air teased my bare pussy, but it was Jensen’s hot gaze that made it weep.

Jensen licked his thumb before moving it to my center, swirling the pad around and around, and every time his thumb went a full circle around me, it was like a zap to my system.

Wetness coated the inside of my thighs, and even I could smell the strong musky scent of my arousal.

My cheeks were flushed, but I didn’t know if it was because I was embarrassed or turned on.

Perhaps a little bit of both.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a package of condoms.

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