Dirty Little Secret

“Let’s get you out of these pants, yeah?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, please.”

I hook my fingers into the waistband of both her leggings and her panties, and drag them down her legs, taking great care when I slide them over her injured ankle.

Her pussy’s already glistening with her arousal, and ever the impatient bastard, I can’t help but to drag a finger through her folds. “You’re so wet for me, Luna.”

Her gaze is zeroed in on me, and when I lick her juices from my finger, she moans.

“I’m gonna prop your foot here,” I tell her, placing a throw pillow on the coffee table. “And I don’t want you to move. Do you understand?”

She nods.

“Words, Stella.”

“I understand. Now, please touch me.”

Grinning, I lean back onto my haunches. “I don’t know… I kind of like you desperate and needy. Maybe I’ll tease you until you’re begging for my dick.”

“You wouldn’t!”

I quirk a brow at her. “Wouldn’t I?”

“Samson!”

My fingers work the button of my jeans, popping it open as I stand. I shuck off my pants and boxers, leaving me fully naked before her. My dick strains toward her pouty lips, but I want to make my girl feel good before I get mine.

But that doesn’t stop me from reaching down and stroking myself, nice and slow, putting on a little show. “Fuck,” I groan, twisting my hand as I rub the tip.

“Samson.”

“I swear, I’ll never get tired of hearing you say my name like that, all soft and wanting.” I move closer to her. “Doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one naked. Lose the top, Luna.”

She rips her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere behind the couch, revealing her perky tits to me.

I lean down and draw one pebbled peak into my mouth, sucking hard before giving the same attention to the other. Stella’s soft mewls and moans spur me on.

“Put your mouth on my pussy,” she begs, making me grin. Her boldness never ceases to surprise me, but damn if I don’t love it.

“When I’m ready.”

“Now!” She bucks her hips for emphasis and I draw back completely.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

“Are you kidding me?” Her blue eyes glow, a hypnotizing mix of disbelief and lust.

“Does this look like I’m kidding you?” I nod down to my rock-hard dick. “I want to make you feel good, but I don’t want you to tweak your ankle. So, stay still and let me work.”

“Yes, sir,” she says in her brattiest voice. Too bad it only makes me that much harder.

Dropping back down to my knees, I drape her uninjured leg over my shoulder and kiss my way to her slick center.

Her pussy tastes tangy and sweet all at once, like fucking ambrosia. Just for me.

Using my thumbs, I spread her lips wide, dipping my tongue inside of her before licking a hard line up her slit.

“Fuck, Samson!” she whimpers my name in such a desperate way, I can’t help but glance up at her.

Her eyes are pinched shut and her hands clenched into tight fists. She wants to move as much as she wants her next breath, but she’s doing exactly as I told her, and I fucking love it.

“So pretty,” I murmur before latching my lips onto her needy little clit.

I suck and lick and rub at her until she’s a panting, trembling mess, bringing her to the edge over and over again, but never letting her fall.

“Samson!” she shouts my name and I retreat—again.

“You want me to get you off?”

“I might die if you don’t.”

“Okay, Luna.” I kiss her pussy, swirling my tongue in soft, teasing strokes. “But only if you say please.”

“Please! Oh, God, please. Just… just let me come.”

I dive back into eating her like she’s my last meal… my favorite meal. And this time, when she approaches the edge of her release, I slide two fingers deep inside of her and curl them, rubbing her sweet spot, until she comes all over my face, screaming my name.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Stella

For the fifth night in a row since she was released from the hospital, I wake to Emmy’s panicked screams.

The first time it happened, I tried waking her, but it was no use. There’s only one thing that can calm her when she’s like this.

I grab my phone off my nightstand and dial Sterling’s number.

“Again?” he asks in lieu of an actual greeting.

“Yeah,” I reply through a yawn, “again.”

“I’m on my way.”

Listening to her whimper and scream brings tears to my eyes, and I find myself calling Samson while I wait for Sterling to arrive.

“Luna, is everything okay?” Despite the late hour, he sounds completely alert.

“Emmy’s having another nightmare.”

“Fuck. That poor girl.”

“I don’t think being here is good for her,” I whisper, my heart aching for her as her garbled cries filter through the walls.

“You’re probably right,” he grunts. “I don’t like you there either. Have y’all given any more thought to moving?”