Page 43 of Ringer's Freedom

“I’m just curious.”

My eyes follow her hands as she brings them to the button on her shorts. I can feel her eyes on me as she slowly lowers the zipper.

“Stop, Lilah,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Why?” she asks sassily.

“Because you’re drunk.”

“Look at me,” she purrs sternly.

I rip my eyes away from her center and bring them back to her eyes, which look surprisingly clear. “I’m not drunk, Ringer.”

Her shorts drop to the floor, and I can feel my resolve cracking, bit by bit.

“It’s been what, eight years?” she asks, teasing me further by lifting her bare knee onto the edge of the bed.

My gaze wanders down to the lace number that hugs her from the small straps at her shoulders, across her taut stomach, and down to the small silver snaps peaking out at me from between her legs.

“I know what you’re doing, Lilah.” I cough over the lump rising in my throat. My dick has never been harder than it is right now as she slowly situates herself on the edge of the bed.

She purposefully sits perched on her heels with her knees open so I have an unobstructed view of the creases lining her legs on either side of her slit.

My last ounce of control erupts as she uses her finger to unsnap the thin piece of fabric that was hiding her pussy from me. She giggles. “Oops.”

Wrapping one hand around the back of her neck and the other around her waist, I pull her on top of me. Her giggles turn into moans as I press our mouths together. She sucks lightly on my tongue, eliciting my own moan that vibrates through my throat.

“Fuck,” I grunt as she drops down on my lap and grinds her pussy against my length.

She hisses against my throat as I grip her hips and grind us together again. I flip us over and groan as I trace my large hands against the lace covering her middle. “Take it off,” she begs.

“If I take it off, Princess, there won’t be much of it left.”

“Take it off, Ringer.”

Grabbing each side of the flimsy fabric, I rip it off of her in one pull. I toss it behind me, not caring where it lands as I take her perfect body in, fully naked beneath me.

I take her delicious breasts in my hands and she moans as I run my thumbs along her peach colored nipples. I lean forward, taking one bud into my mouth and chuckle against her as she squirms beneath me.

“You okay?” I ask, kissing across her rib cage from one side, up her sternum and to her neck. I latch on to the skin at the base of her throat while running my free hand along her side.

“Mhm,” she moans.

Her hands fumble as she works on getting my jeans undone. While she works on my pants, I toss my cut across the room where it lands on an armchair. I pull off my T-shirt and fall back on top of her while pushing my jeans the rest of the way off. I groan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as her small hand wraps around my aching shaft and she squeezes.

“Unless you want me to come all over your hands, I would stop, babe.”

She smirks up at me. “Promise?”

“Princess, it’s been eight years since I’ve come anywhere near a woman. I can guarantee you the last place Iwantto come is anywhere other than inside you. But I’ll take whatever the fuck I can get with you.”

“Why haven’t you had sex since you’ve been out?”

Her question sets me back. I pause and pull away from her, looking at her in confusion. “I mean, I’ve wanted to. Honestly, fucking was my main fucking goal when I got out. But as soon as I saw you, no one else compared.”

“So you haven’t had sex because you wanted to have sex with me?”

“Fuck, Lilah. You want me to admit it out loud?”

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