Page 104 of Stolen Kiss

I didn’t say anything to that, though I tipped my head to the side in question. She rolled her eyes. “I know you’re rich, and thirty thousand probably isn’t a lot of money for you, but it’s still a lot, and you just wasted it on me. Do you just hand out that kind of money to anyone?”

I didn’t bother answering her ridiculous question. I kissed her instead.

It didn’t take long before she melted into the kiss… melted into me.

Three quick seconds, by my count, and then she opened her mouth and our kiss intensified. She clung to me when I took a small bite of her bottom lip, and I moved us backward until she was back up against the wall, effectively trapping her with my body as I kissed her with everything in me.

I pulled on her hair and slanted my mouth to further sink into her and she moaned loudly against my lips.

If only we were alone.

If only I could take her right here, right now.

But we were at her studio. The low strum of the music in the next room slowly penetrated my consciousness, and I regretfully pulled away.

She leaned her head back against the wall, her eyes opening in tiny slits, a glassy quality in them. Her lips were swollen from the abuse. She looked well loved.

I couldn’t resist when I leaned back down and pressed a quick, hard kiss against her lips.

“Ready to go home?” I asked. She nodded. “Have I rendered you speechless, sweetheart?”

She shook her head, still not saying anything. I let out a small chuckle and grabbed her hand, leading her out of there.

The gray sky opened up just as we crossed over the front entrance, and a sleet of icy rain poured down over the street. Emilia and I shared a look before I pulled her closer to me, and we moved, as quickly as Emilia was able, to the car.

I opened the passenger door for her and quickly climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Emilia?” I asked in surprise when she leaned over her seat and kissed me.

She groaned. “I don’t think I can wait,” she said, moving her hands down the waistband of my pants and unbuckling the belt.

I stopped her movements, and she glared at me. “Are you sure?”

“Do I look unsure?” She traced the outline of my cock, and fuck me if that didn’t feel so good. “Are you really going to make me beg for this?”

My hands loosened its grip on her, and she knew she’d won.

“Unbutton your shirt, sweetheart,” I said, leaning back against the chair and taking her in. It wouldn’t take much for me to come. I was so hard, it almost hurt. “I want to see your tits.”

She impatiently did as I asked, unbuttoning her shirt and pulling down her bra. Fuck. I reached out and played with her nipples. She stilled a bit, watching me play with her before she bent down and continued to take off my pants. I shifted my hips a bit to help, and then she pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock.

“You’re so big,” she muttered, moving her hand down my length. I let out another groan.

“Fuck, baby, are you trying to kill me?”

She offered a playful smile at that. “Of course not. I still have plans for you.”

She bent and took my aching cock in her mouth.

I hissed out a sharp breath and closed my eyes at the feel of her hot mouth surrounding me.

She sucked, and I almost lost it, right then and there.

She hummed around me, swirling her tongue on the tip before moving down my length. She cupped my balls, playing with them, and moved back up to suck me deeper into her mouth.

My hands moved to her hair and I pulled on the long strands every time she took me in with just the right amount of pressure.

Another swirl of her tongue, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take this.

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