Page 29 of Wilt

“Try me.”

There’s a little curl to the corner of her mouth, a cockiness to the set of her chin. She doesn’t believe me, that’s obvious. Stupid, really, when I had no qualms fingering her in public. Sure, it was under the table, but Rush was right. It wouldn’t have taken much for someone to put two and two together. They probably did. They probably thought I had her riding my dick. What I skirted a line I never cross. I’ve never felt the need to show my prowess, my masculine pull, not like most of the men at that table do. I don’t fuck escorts, and I definitely don’t do it in public for all to see.

But this is a different game. It’s cold, calculated, even if the girl in front of me is sweet, hot, something I want to lose myself in. It’s not just for revenge, either; no, I want her.

That’s a small jolt. Even if I didn’t know who she was, she’d have caught my eye. It wouldn’t be like this, but there’s a spark there, a pull that has nothing to do with my mission. It makes my path forward slightly tricky. She’s fucking testing me, I know, like a child tests boundaries. She’s seeing just how far she can push, how far I’ll go.

Rosalind’s about to find out exactly how fucking far I’ll go.

I reach out, feeling her flinch in surprise at the contact as I slide my hand around her throat. I tip her head back a little more as I brush my mouth against hers. The tiny, involuntary gasp she makes sings in the air and makes my cock swell. Tightening my hand just a little, I say, “Testing me isn’t smart, Rose.”

She pushes into my hold, like shewantsmy hand around her neck. “And obeying you is?”

I smirk. “It’ll get you a lot further.”

“I’m done with you and your games. I’m not dressing up and I’m not your toy.”

“Really?” Releasing her, I slide my hand down the silk of her skin, skimming over where the lace of the slip covers her breasts. Drawing circles over each tit, I watch her. She’s fighting it, her response, but her cheeks flush and her lips part, an invitation if I’ve ever seen one.

I slip the tiny straps from her shoulders, baring her tits to the morning air, and take my time as I take them in. They are fucking beautiful;sheis beautiful. Her rosy nipples are so hard, I swear they could cut me. They’re darkened from her arousal, a sweet dusky pink.

Without warning, I grip the slip and rip it in half. It falls to the ground as she gasps. “Now get out there. People want to meet you, Rosalind. You’re ruining my day with your bratty little act.”

Then I consider my words. “Actually…” I trace a path down her ribs, over her stomach, down to her bare cunt. Rubbing my thumb lightly over her clit, I lean in to kiss a path along her throat, biting and sucking, relishing in the soft little moans I’m dragging from her with each nip. When I make it to her ear, I lick along the lobe. “Maybe you’re not ruining it. This is just an enhancement.”

“You’re a fucking pig,” she gasps between moans.

“Language. From such a pretty, tasty, plump mouth, too.” I kiss her lips and suck the bottom one into my mouth, biting down hard, running my tongue over it to soothe the ache as she moans again, thrusting herself into my hand.

Fuck, I love the way she does that subconsciously. Her mouth says no, but her body says fuck yes. It begs, demands.Pleads.

I step back, stopping myself before I can derail us even more. “Out, now.”

“No.”

“Fine.” She’s not heavy, so I sweep her into my arms, pinching her ass when she squeals in protest. “Stop screaming.” I shift her so she has no other option but to wrap her legs about my waist, clenched fists buried in my jacket, the heat of her searing into my chest.

I’m already hard from the feel of her around me, her nakedness pasted to my front. I force myself to not think about fucking her—I can’t deal with that distraction right now. When we get to the bottom of the stairs, though, my resolve breaks, and I roughly shove her against the wall. “Shut that pretty mouth, Rose, or I’ll shut it for you. In fact, I think I will.”

I set her down, still flush with the wall, and kiss her, pushing my fingers into her wet, slick heat at the same time.

Oh, fucking Christ, she’s already so tense, I can feel her fluttering around me, her body clenching down on my fingers. It stirs my blood and I slant my mouth, turning the kiss deep, feral, like a starving man as I plunge roughly in and out of her cunt.

Rosalind is gasping and suddenly, her hands grip me harder, pulling me in as she wraps her legs back around me and I slide a hand beneath her ass. She rides my fingers expertly, kissing me back with just as much fervor. She’s running on instinct, and it’s the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. This young woman, a virgin, naked while I’m dressed, is riding my hand like she can’t get me deep enough, kissing me like she can’t get enough.

She feels like heaven: hot, wet, a little tighter, a little more desperate with each upward thrust. The kiss is rough and hard, animalistic and carnal. Our tongues duel for control as I rub her clit, pounding my fingers into her, wanting her to come properly.

But I stop.

Breathing harshly, I stop.

I lift my head. Hers is thrown back, her eyelids low, the blue of her eyes glittering with lust and need and unfulfillment, like I’ve woken a hungry goddess.

She moves on my fingers, like she’s trying to get me to move again, like sheneedsit. Rose has had long enough to lose that edge and hunger for it with a deeper need. It’s a gorgeous sight. She gives a moaning growl, trying to move again, beckoning me on with her sweet pussy. Fuck it—I slam my fingers back into her, making her throw her head back hard with a loud moan. This time, it’s from pleasure she’s gladly taking, opening up to the inevitable. I fuck her harder in response, curling my fingers to hit her G-spot.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Yes, yes, yes.” She’s going to come, I can feel it. “Oh, yes, please, more!”

That stops me.

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