Page 18 of Cream Pie

“You did that on purpose.”

He frowns. “Did what?”

“Get… you know,” I blush, and Javier laughs.

“I got hard on purpose? That what you’re saying?”

“Yes!” I hiss, my cheeks burning.

He sighs. “Not that I can’t if I want to, but that wasn’t me.” His eyes sweep over me, and I shiver. “That was all you, beautiful.”

I swallow, heat burning through me as my eyes lock onto his.

“Well, don’t let it happen again.”

“No promises,” he growls.

“Make an effort.”

“Don’t press that ass against me after you’ve been eye-fucking me then,” he mutters.

“Pardon me?”

He growls, and before I know it, his hands are on my waist, pulling me right into him. He’s not grabbing me that hard, and I could totally shrug away from him if I wanted.

…And yet, I’m not.

I let him pull me right into him, my breath catching as I fall into his chest and look up into those dark, smoky eyes.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls, his eyes flashing heat. “I didn’t know who you were last night. And I didn’t know this morning, got it?”

I nod, swallowing the heat from my face.

“But if I had?” he purrs lowly, leaning closer and closer until his lips brush my ear, making me gasp.

“I would have done it anyways,” he growls, and I whimper. My whole body is on fire, and my pussy is so wet and achingly needy that I’m all but grinding against him. I pant heavily, our lips inches apart.

And then, I feel it—his thick, rock-hard cock throbbing like iron against my stomach. My pulse skips, and I think I actually do moan a little.

“You…” I swallow. “You’re doing it again,” I whisper.

“No, you’re doing it again, angel.”

“Stop getting hard,” I whimper.

“I told you, stop making me so fucking hard,” he growls.

Our eyes lock, my bottom lip trembles, and suddenly, we’re crashing together. I moan hungrily as he kisses me, opening my mouth so willingly for him as his tongue slides over mine. His big hands grab me tightly, keeping me firm against his hard, gorgeous body as I melt against him. He growls into my mouth and swallows my moans, and my entire world is spinning when he finally slowly pulls away.

“We can’t do this, Amy,” he growls. “And that was the last time.”

He steps away from me, panting heavily, his shoulders heaving. His eyes burn fiercely into mine before he drags them away, whirls, and storms off, leaving me panting, soaking wet, and aching for more.

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