Page 15 of Tempting Little Thief

Maybe even punish you for it.

My kind of woman … yet the exact opposite, somehow.

Gripping her heels, I lower them to my sides so I can move in closer. My hand trails up her stomach as I press at the hard point between her ribs, skating beyond her breasts until my long fingers reach the magnet calling to them. My tongue glides along my lower lip as I curl my fingers around her throat, testing the shape against my palm.

What do you know, a perfect fucking fit.

Rich Girl gasps, her mouth hanging open, body lifting off the cushion as if I conjured her to me with my mind.

Long, silky hair meets my slick, sweaty skin, and I drop my eyes to where my dick slides in and out of her, faster and faster, and still she dances. Girl’s got serious control of her rhythm, moving her body just the way she likes it. Again, good for fuckin’ her.

Damn good for me, too.

“If you’re going to grab me …” Her delicate fingers curve around my own, eyes two shades darker than before, like moss under the midnight light. “Grab me. I know you want to.”

“I want to see the indents of my rings marked on your skin.”

“Tease.”

“Mm.” Pulling my lip ring between my teeth, my hand closes tighter around her throat, and her mouth parts, curling up into a honied smile a moment later. Her palms flatten at her sides, eyes closing as if she’s getting a fucking massage, not a solid pounding of her pussy.

I like it, like how she’s not embarrassed about what she likes. She’s flying high, and I put her there.

I rise to my feet then, leaning over her while keeping her half suspended in the air, and give my hips a better angle to finish this. “Legs up, knees against my sides, nice and fucking high,” I growl, my eyes shut as I sink farther into her. “Pussy’s good, gorgeous.” The words had to be said. “Wet and tight.”

“And stubborn.”

I chuckle at her unexpected, slightly pouty tone, dropping my head so I can taste the peaked, peachy nipple in need of some attention. I press the cool metal of my lip piercing against the taut skin and she clenches around me.

“As it should be,” I murmur against her. Grazing her with my teeth, I lick along her breast, past my hold at her neck, and close my mouth over her upper throat, just below her jawline. “Your cum should be earned, no?”

“Men should be capable of earning,no?” she mocks.

I dip my hips then, pressing to the left a bit, and she moans, loud and heady.

I do it again, and her arms give out, her elbows falling to the cushion on a gasp.

I do it a third time, but when I’m all the way in, I grind against her, flexing my cock to deepen the pleasure the magic cross piercing provides while applying pressure to her clit with my body. Time’s running out, so I move back to her G-spot, hitagainst it with deep, repetitive nudges, not pulling out by even an inch but shoving all the way forward with each minimal retreat.

She grows impossibly tighter, suffocating my cock, and my thighs begin to burn, the muscles there tightening, heat swirling in my core.

Fuck yes, it’s been a minute sincemycum was earned.

She shatters, and she ain’t quiet about it.

The girl has no shame, and as my eyes fixate on her flawless face, a dangerous desire simmers beneath my skin, sending my pulse hammering against my temples, my neck, my fucking fingertips as the devil on my shoulder whispers, “mine”his lie hot and heedless.

But I can’t look away. My gaze is glued to hers as pleasure ripples through me, but I hold off, gritting my teeth as I grind into her. I try to wait for her walls to release their death grip on me, to loosen, but she begins to spasm all over again.

I pull my hips back, groaning as my hands replace her pussy on my cock. She whimpers from the loss, and a rough chuckle escapes me as a growl rattles her throat. Eyes on her dripping center, I tear the condom from my skin, my dick swelling angrily once freed. I yank once, twice, and cum spills, hot and thick, trickling down over her clit, warming the sensitive nub and making her entire body twitch.

I want to stay and watch, to rub my head over it, then trail it down her slit and push back inside for that after-sex finale, dragging every last bit of tension from our bodies.

Allow her to come again.

But I don’t.

On my feet, I tuck myself back into my jeans, buckling the belt as I lean forward, yanking the tie off the thick, gold-and-white curtains guarding the window.

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