Page 28 of Tempt Her

Leaning back against the shelves, she surrenders to my touch, and I wish I could take her to a bed, to any place she’s comfortable so I can worship her, but this is all we can have right now.

And she’s shaking for it.

Dragging her tight pants down her thighs, I groan at the sight. At her trim, dark blonde triangle of hair while her lips are smooth and pink. Goddamn, even her pussy is worth a crown. And her thighs are thick, toned with muscle and tan, and shit; she’s got a body built for sex.

What idiot wouldn’t want to share everything amazing with her?

I’m tempted to keep her pants here, hugging her thighs like a tease while I play with her, but I mean it. I want this with her. I want to make her come so hard, and I don’t want anything in my way. Pulling them down to her ankles, I help her step out of her slides and then her pants. All that’s left is her bra, but as I stand up to take that off, she flinches.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” she huffs, pain flashing across her eyes. “He likes to—"

“It’s okay.” I cup her cheek. “It’s okay. I want you just like this, okay?” Gliding the back of my fingertips down her silky belly quivering under my touch, I avoid her breasts. “I want you right here.” I tickle my fingertips over her pussy lips, thrilling us both. “Like this. Does it feel good? My hand teasing your pussy?”

“Yes,” she sighs. “God, it feels so good,” she sighs again as I glide harder, up and down, trying to remember everything I read about erogenous zones and pussies, and how nerves made for pleasure spread like an erotic web across a woman’s sex. So I touch and tease and please her how I like it too.

I like a tongue on my tip or a gentle suck of my balls or a tease to my ass or a rugged pump of my cock or anything wet and tight, choking my dick. Everything I crave and all I’ve done. Most of all, I love the power I get when someone uses me for their pleasure. I get off on it because they needmeto get off.

I touch Stacey the same way. Taking my time to serve every part of her pussy but not where she’s so wet and aching for me until she’s demanding—

“Luke, please.” Grabbing my hand, she takes control, and I love it. I want to learn her body, playing her like an instrument until she’s screaming with pleasure. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

Sinking two inside her, we groan.

Goddamn, she’s so wet and swollen.

“Ride my hand,” I urge with my lips to her ear. “Come on. Ride this wet pussy over my hand and use me. Fuck my fingers so hard.”

Holy hell, her hips, her dance, her demand: it’s all so strong. It’s making my dick ache, leaking, and wanting so much more, but no, this is ours right now. This is hers.

I bend my knees, getting lower so I can start pounding deeper into her, my thumb circling hard over her clit, and she starts writhing over my hand like it’s pain and pleasure for her, and she only wants more.

My hand is slick and glistening with her desire, and she’s not stopping. “Shit, baby. That’s it. Fuck my fingers with this pussy. You are SO. DAMN. HOT. like this. So damn horny for me.”

“God, Luke, yes.” Her eyes close. Her neck opens as her head falls back.

“Am I making you come?” I’m holding back. I get how this woman can make you come in your pants. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yes,” she huffs as her thighs start twitching.

“Then look at me.” I tug her hair, pulling her gaze to hold onto mine. I’ve wanted to see this for so long. “Look at me while I make you come.” There’s a craze in her sapphire irises; it’s pure lust owning her; I know the feeling. “Fucking look at me while I make your pretty pussy come so hard for me, Stacey.”

She’s silent. She’s shaking. She’s looking at me and letting me take her, and now I know why any man would want to claim her.

“I’m gonna keep serving this pussy,” I tell her, possessed by my new truth. “You’re gonna keep using me until I make you come because you deserve it. You fucking love it, don’t you? You love your pussy getting touched and licked and fucked ’til you come.” She groans so deep, her muscles rigid and drawing up so tight. “There’s so much dick you’re gonna fuck now. You have no idea how much your pussy’s gonna love getting served by all this cock.”

“Oh fuck, Luke.” She breaks. Over my hand and before my eyes and in my arms, she falls apart for me. I hold her up, and it’s poetry and art and everything you obsess over, and I want more. So much more. “Luke,” she gasps, and she’s so beautiful, all the desire and trust in her eyes; I want to rip her out of this hell. “Fuck me,” she sighs. “Please. I want you inside me. I need you. It’s been too long.”

She answers my prayer. Inside her is all I want to be as I unbutton my pants and pull down my zipper. “I’m clear,” I tell her. “I have to be for the Army, and I don’t fuck around.”

“I’ve got an implant,” she tells me. “And it’s been years since—”

I kiss her again, wanting to silence her sad truth. Because how can you do this to someone, your husband or wife? How can you treat them with such bitter hate and cruel isolation, where they’d rather starve without human touch than have your evil hands on them?

“God, Stacey.” I let my pants fall to my ankles, and her eyes get big, dropping to my cock, tenting my white boxer briefs, my cum already staining the cotton for her before I drop those next. “I promise I’ll get you out of this.”

CHAPTERSEVEN

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