Page 69 of The Trouble With Her (The Forbidden Love 4)

“It’s a given.”

I yank my shirt off, tossing it on the floor as her eyes wander down to my chest, then to my abs, stopping at my hips where my jeans sit. My dick stiffens beneath my jeans, and if they’re to come off, it’s going to be damn obvious.

“So, I kind of need to take my jeans off,” I tell her, keeping my prolonged stare on her. “Are you staying or going?”

“Stay,” she whispers opening her mouth with a slight pant. “I’m not breaking any rules by watching.”

She broke the rules the moment she told me she couldn’t stop thinking about me. But it wasn’t my place to sway her opinion on the matter. If she wants to watch, I’m going to make sure it’s a damn good show.

My hands move toward the top of my jeans as I unclasp the button. The zipper is next, my fingers pulling it down, so my jeans are loose.

Slowly, I take them off while kicking my sneakers off at the same time. Jessa keeps her gaze fixated on my every move, not a single flinch even when I remove my socks. As I stand here in my boxers, my dick stands hard, and I swear her neck moves with the large gulp she just took.

“This is your last chance,” I warn her. “There’s no turning back once these come off. And when I get in the shower, I’m free to do whatever I please.”

She reaches out to graze my lips, exploring my mouth with her drawn gaze.

“Take them off,” she commands.

I don’t wait, not wanting her to change her mind. Pulling them down, she takes a deep breath, then lets her eyes fall toward my cock. Jessa’s mouth forms an ‘O’ before she bites her lip and drops her head unbeknownst to her.

“Fuck,”she mumbles beneath her breath.

My hand moves to her chin, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “Just watch, okay?”

I pull away and step into the shower, splashing the water onto my face and hair. The water is warm, relaxing my muscles besides the one below. I’m unable to hold off any longer, bringing my hand to my shaft as I begin to stroke myself.

Fuck, it’s incredibly sensitive, every tug bringing me closer to a finish. I focus on myself, knowing she’s watching, imagining how wet she is right now and just how sweet her pussy will taste. The swell in my stomach builds, leading the charge to increase my speed until my entire body shakes, and I expel a grunt when I explode all over my hand.

I’m barely able to breathe, leaning forward with my eyes closed to even my ragged breathing. When I’m finally able to open my eyes, I turn to see her standing there, eyes full of lust like I’ve never seen before.

I turn the water off, leaning over to grab a towel. Quickly drying myself off, I wrap the towel around my waist and step out. My feet move closer to her until we’re standing only inches apart.

“That was…” she trails off.

“Perfect.”

“Perfect in every way I’ve ever imagined,” she barely manages, a slight croak evident in her voice. “You’re…”

“Hmm.” I move closer, our bodies almost touching. “What am I?”

“Hung.”

“Hung?”

“Yes,” she says faintly. “It’s thick.”

“I thought you just said hung?”

“Hung and thick,” she reiterates, biting her lip. “Eric would be proud of you.”

I shake my head as laughter escapes me. “I’m bothered and also afraid for my life.”

“You should be,” she muses, but then her expression fixates on me with a nervous smile. “Andy? Please be patient with me, with us. There’s a lot I have to work through.”

“I will be, and I know,” I remind her softly.

“Just promise me something?”

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