Page 94 of Heartless
The socks are gone.
“You’re wearing panties,” I grumble, staring at her nude lace full-cut booty shorts. Perfect curves. My cock twitches.
She nibbles at her lip. “You keep telling me to.”
“Red, me telling you to do things”—I reach forward and tug at the top so they wedge between her pussy lips and sit high on her hips—“has almost never worked.”
“Some days I do. Some days I don’t. Gotta keep things interesting. Plus, I keep waiting for you to check. Kind of hoping you’ll dole out some discipline if you catch me without them.”
“Fuck.” I roll my lips together, eyes caught on the fabric disappearing into her slit. My hand trembles when I reach forward, and I still it by rubbing my fingers over the wet fabric that separates us. I groan when she sighs and spreads her thighs wider, palms still propped behind her on the mattress. “Lie back, baby. I want you to relax.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to relax with you between my legs, Cade,” she says. But she also flops onto her back.
“Is that a thank-you, Red?”
She chuckles, but it’s all raspy. Deep in her throat, right where I was not so long ago.
“I should pinch myself for how unbelievable this is.” My opposite hand grips her ankle, where I press a kiss to the protruding bone. Even her fucking ankles are pretty. “How unbelievable you are.” I prop that foot on the edge of the bed and push her leg open.
“Thank you,” she says, hips lifting urgently as she does.
“You still want me to fuck you, Red?”
“Yes.” Her hands roam her tits, plucking at her nipples.
“Beg for it, baby.” I press my thumb to her clit and watch her head pop up over the hills of her breasts.
“Pardon me?” Her eyes go wide.
It wasn’t so long ago she told me to beg in this exact room. This time, I’m running the show. Not her. “Beg, Willa.” My thumb trails down, and I press into her just slightly, seeing her legs tremble as the lace rasps over her soft, wet pussy lips.
Her head flops back down and her fingers twist on her nipples. “Please take me, Cade.”
Her back arches, and I drag a finger along the lace that’s skimming the edge of her pussy while continuing to press my thumb in, soaking the fabric.
Legs spreading even further, her body shudders. “I need it. I need you.” I throb painfully against my jeans at the way she emphasizes the wordyou. “I need you so badly, Cade. Please. Please fuck me.”
I lean down between her legs, taking a gentle bite of her flesh through the fabric, drawing a whimper from her lips. “And whose name are you going to scream when you come?”
“Yours.” I internally beat my chest when her response comes so quickly.
I pull my wallet from my back pocket, ready to pull out what is probably an expired condom. But she grabs at my arm. “No. I need to feel you.”
Fuck.I want that too.
“You sure?” She moans when I drop my head, tongue darting out to get a taste through the soaked fabric.
Her hips swivel and she gasps. “I’m on the pill.”
A deep groan rumbles in my chest. A possessive one. A satisfied one. “What a dirty fucking girl you are.” I suck her clit through the fabric, feeling her fingers raking across my scalp. “I’m going to fill you up, and you’ll thank me for it. But first, Willa”—I reach up and yank her panties down, taking a long look at the pink perfection before me—“I’m starving.”
Her hands shoot up to swipe over her face. “Oh god,” she moans as I drop back down to take a proper taste.
And then her hands land back on my head and her legs wrap around my shoulders, and I feel like I’m the one who should thank her.
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