Page 11 of Worth the Risk

She stands speechless, letting that sink in.

I move in closer so we’re chest to chest, and she breathes erratically. Bringing my hand up between us, her eyes follow its movement as I remove her hand from her chest and lower it to the side of her body. With my pointer finger, I trace a line from her neck to her cleavage, her nipples pebbling through her bikini top from my mere graze.

If my hard-on and her nipples are anything to judge by, I affect her as much as she does me. In her eyes is the same want I feel.

Leaning forward, I place a gentle kiss on her lips, and when I inch away, she lets out a puff of air she’s been holding and slides the tip of her tongue through her lips.

I want to feel that tongue on my dick.

My lips connect with her ear, and I torture her a little before I admit, “I’ve been thinking of you this week. I came hard, twice, with my hand. But all I can think about now is how much better it’ll feel with your lips instead of my hand wrapped around my cock.”

She takes in a deep breath when I grind my pelvis into her, then lets out a little moan.

“Leo Riley Knight,” my sister screeches. “Step away from Kylie right this instant.”

Did Sophie just stomp her foot?

Hmm… Kylie.Now I have her name.I’ve been wondering about it all week.

Sophie folds her arms. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the spot.

“Relax, Sophie. I was just saying hello to…” I glimpse back at the beautiful siren in front of me, “… Kylie.” I give her a wink.

After one last scan over her body, I pull away from her and wander down the hall to my bedroom.I’ll catch hell from Sophie for this, but I don’t give a flying fuck.Once I close my door, I strip out of my suit and throw my dirty clothes into the hamper.Before I go back out there, I need to take care of this situation in my pants.

After heading into the bathroom, I start the shower. I have a hard-on that needs relief.

Once in the shower, I grab my dick and stroke myself up and down while imagining Kylie in front of me, sinking to her knees and grabbing my shaft with one of her dainty hands while peering up at me with those dazzling blue eyes of hers.

Squeezing myself tighter, I quicken my pace, imagining it’s her hand. In my fantasy, she gawks at my erection, opens her mouth, and takes me in to suck me like she can’t get enough.Shit, this isn’t going to last long.The tightening in my balls and the warm pressure in my scrotum are signs that I’m ready to shoot. And sure enough, within moments, I blow hard all over the tile.

I slam my palm on the wall beside me to help me remain standing since my knees are weak and feel like they’re ready to give out.

As I catch my breath, I think about how Kylie, in my imagination, was better than any real-life head I’ve received. If imaginary Kylie is any indication as to how strong my need is for her, I had better figure out how to get her into my bed because if fantasy Kylie is anything to go by, she will be one hot fuck.

Stepping out of my shower, I dry off, throw on some shorts, and head back to the kitchen, hoping to get another peek at Kylie.

What I find is my pissed-off sister shooting daggers at me with her eyes.

“What?” I ask as I search for any signs of Kylie.

“You can stop looking for her. She left.”

I hear Sophie, but I’ve tuned her out.She left again.What is it with this girl always disappearing on me?

Next time I see her, she will not disappear again.

“Are you even listening to me?” Sophie asks, clearly irritated.

“What?”Nope, I am not.

“I asked if you got my text. I explicitly told you to stay away from them.”

“Not happening, sis.” I’ll do almost anything for my sister, but staying away from Kylie is not happening.

“Ugh. Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what?” I ask.

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