teeth. He moves so the lines of his body meet mine, pressing me down into the mattress.
I’m drowning in him. My breasts are hard against his chest, enough that the pressure on my nipple piercings is just this side of painful. My fingers twist in his hair. To push him away or pull him closer, I can’t decide.
When one of his hands inches down my bare thigh, my core clenches hard in response. Desire rocks through me like a bolt of lightning.
No one else has ever made me feel like this. Mushy kisses and fumbled groping from drunken guys at frat parties just can’t compare to the skilled way he plays my body. It’s enough to help me ignore that every part of me that’s still capable of logic is screaming about how dangerous this is.
The fanciful part of me is convinced that everything that’s come before in my life happened only to bring me to this moment.
Because I know he’s perfectly capable of destroying me.
When his hand moves higher up my thigh to slip under the edge of my panties, it feels like the temperature in the room has been turned up a hundred degrees. A single finger strokes through the heat at my center and stars burst behind my eyes.
The thick finger pushes roughly inside of me. I let out a low moan, no longer able to control my reaction to him. I tear at his shirt, not caring if I rip the fabric or tear off buttons, just desperate to feel the heat of his skin.
His mouth smiles against mine. I know he’s laughing at me again. But I don’t care about that. All I care about is having as much of him touching me as possible.
I’d never thought about how large his hands are until a second finger joins the first. A shock of pain gives way to the seep of wetness and an overwhelming feeling of fullness that nearly sends me over the edge on its own. His fingers pump in and out of me, their rhythm excruciatingly slow.
A moan spills from my lips as my hips twist to match his thrusts.
Leo breaks our kiss. His mouth slides over my cheek, kissing a trail to my ear. He catches the lobe between sharp teeth. “You like that, baby?”
I can’t speak, it’s too overwhelming. All I can manage is a frantic nod followed by another low moan.
He chuckles. “Tell me what you want, Mara. If you beg me sweet enough, maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, please. ” My fingers catch in his hair again, pulling frantically. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. But I know if he doesn’t do something, I’ll disintegrate into a thousand pieces.
“You want me to fuck you?” The filthy words are punctuated by another twist of his fingers. “Beg me.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over the edge into oblivion. “Please, Leo. I can’t take it. Please fuck me.”
His smile is triumphant. He pulls away.
“I’d love too, sweetheart. But I’m thinking you’re right that we should wait.” The look on his face is so smug that I wish I was strong enough to slap it right off him. “I’d hate for you to think I was taking advantage.”
“Asshole!”
He levers himself off of the bed, wisely moving out of striking range. "Sleep tight, Mara.”
I’m wound up so tight that I’m about to shoot off into outer space, and he fucking knows it. Sexual frustration builds in me until it’s a physical pain.
“Fuck off.”
He did that to me on purpose. Probably another lesson, that he didn’t have to spank my bare ass to punish me.
I roll over and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to shut out the sound of his laughter.
I hate him.
Chapter Nine
Leo
M ara slumps in the passenger seat with her knees pressed up against the door. A pair of sunglasses sits low on her nose to keep out the morning sunlight that I bet is excruciating whenever a single ray hits her bloodshot eyes. I figured she’d be hungover when I got her up this morning. But the moaning mess that crawled out of my bed was even worse than I had imagined.
I did feel a momentary stab of sympathy until I remembered it
I’m drowning in him. My breasts are hard against his chest, enough that the pressure on my nipple piercings is just this side of painful. My fingers twist in his hair. To push him away or pull him closer, I can’t decide.
When one of his hands inches down my bare thigh, my core clenches hard in response. Desire rocks through me like a bolt of lightning.
No one else has ever made me feel like this. Mushy kisses and fumbled groping from drunken guys at frat parties just can’t compare to the skilled way he plays my body. It’s enough to help me ignore that every part of me that’s still capable of logic is screaming about how dangerous this is.
The fanciful part of me is convinced that everything that’s come before in my life happened only to bring me to this moment.
Because I know he’s perfectly capable of destroying me.
When his hand moves higher up my thigh to slip under the edge of my panties, it feels like the temperature in the room has been turned up a hundred degrees. A single finger strokes through the heat at my center and stars burst behind my eyes.
The thick finger pushes roughly inside of me. I let out a low moan, no longer able to control my reaction to him. I tear at his shirt, not caring if I rip the fabric or tear off buttons, just desperate to feel the heat of his skin.
His mouth smiles against mine. I know he’s laughing at me again. But I don’t care about that. All I care about is having as much of him touching me as possible.
I’d never thought about how large his hands are until a second finger joins the first. A shock of pain gives way to the seep of wetness and an overwhelming feeling of fullness that nearly sends me over the edge on its own. His fingers pump in and out of me, their rhythm excruciatingly slow.
A moan spills from my lips as my hips twist to match his thrusts.
Leo breaks our kiss. His mouth slides over my cheek, kissing a trail to my ear. He catches the lobe between sharp teeth. “You like that, baby?”
I can’t speak, it’s too overwhelming. All I can manage is a frantic nod followed by another low moan.
He chuckles. “Tell me what you want, Mara. If you beg me sweet enough, maybe I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, please. ” My fingers catch in his hair again, pulling frantically. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. But I know if he doesn’t do something, I’ll disintegrate into a thousand pieces.
“You want me to fuck you?” The filthy words are punctuated by another twist of his fingers. “Beg me.”
I’m so close, so close to falling over the edge into oblivion. “Please, Leo. I can’t take it. Please fuck me.”
His smile is triumphant. He pulls away.
“I’d love too, sweetheart. But I’m thinking you’re right that we should wait.” The look on his face is so smug that I wish I was strong enough to slap it right off him. “I’d hate for you to think I was taking advantage.”
“Asshole!”
He levers himself off of the bed, wisely moving out of striking range. "Sleep tight, Mara.”
I’m wound up so tight that I’m about to shoot off into outer space, and he fucking knows it. Sexual frustration builds in me until it’s a physical pain.
“Fuck off.”
He did that to me on purpose. Probably another lesson, that he didn’t have to spank my bare ass to punish me.
I roll over and squeeze my eyes shut, desperately trying to shut out the sound of his laughter.
I hate him.
Chapter Nine
Leo
M ara slumps in the passenger seat with her knees pressed up against the door. A pair of sunglasses sits low on her nose to keep out the morning sunlight that I bet is excruciating whenever a single ray hits her bloodshot eyes. I figured she’d be hungover when I got her up this morning. But the moaning mess that crawled out of my bed was even worse than I had imagined.
I did feel a momentary stab of sympathy until I remembered it
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