Page 48 of Freak Show

She woke with a gasp, and then was sitting up and staring at me in horror.

“I’m so sorry,” she breathed.

I curled my hands around her armpits and dragged her to me.

She came willingly, though her eyes were apologetic as she repeated, “I’m sorry.”

I kissed her apology away and said, “We take this at whatever speed you want, honey. You want to do this, we do it. And we’ll keep trying, even if we take all night.”

She straddled my hips and placed those delicious nipples directly in front of my mouth.

Grin widening, I did what I’d been dying to do all along.

Smearing one nipple with her wetness still coating my finger, I sucked it into my mouth.

She gasped, her hands going to my hair, and she tugged.

Hard.

“Ow,” I said around a nipple. “Nicely, woman. Or I stop.”

She hissed out a breath and tried to drop her hands, but I caught them and put them back where they belonged—right where she’d had them.

“No,” I ordered. “Keep them there.”

“I can’t promise I won’t pull,” she breathed, urging her other nipple into my line of sight.

I pulled away from one to go to another, grinning wickedly when she started to grind herself down on my length.

“Can you come like this?” I asked her.

She was shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Let’s try,” I suggested.

She keened, her hands once again tightening in my hair, tighter than before.

I allowed it, loving the way I was working her up so fast and hard with nipple play alone.

“Come,” I urged.

“I ca…” Then she was coming, the denial still on her lips.

It was at this point that I thought about how much I wanted this. How much I wanted her.

But there was something that I needed to warn her about.

“Honey,” I said carefully. “I’m not small.”

She lifted her head, her eyes still ripe with lust, when she burst out laughing.

In my face.

“Oh, I have no doubt about that, darling,” she teased before she slammed her mouth down onto mine. When we were both panting for breath she pulled back and said, “Now take those underwear off.”

They were off in seconds—at least, what felt like seconds, but was more like a minute because we never stopped kissing long enough for me to get her up off my lap to get them off. Eventually I was able to work them down just far enough for my cock to pop free and my balls to not feel like they were being constricted to death.

“Condom,” I asked.

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