When Staci Takes Charge (Leave Your Shoes On 2)

hat out of your mind for me. The way I am for you.”

Excitement shot through her. Her pulse beat erratically deep in her pussy, an incessant thrumming that needed to be sated.

The tips of his fingers rubbed her clit in a circular motion with just the right pressure.

Her hips raised, rolling slightly in rhythm with his ministrations. Little whimpers fell from her parted lips.

Evan’s gaze remained locked with hers. It turned her on that he watched lust and need grip her. He watched as he heightened her arousal, picking up the tempo against her clit. He watched as she barreled toward another powerful orgasm.

“Oh, God,” she ground out. “Oh, yes. Like that. Just like that.”

“Or a little more?” His strokes shifted to a back and forth motion, the pace hastening.

“Oh, shit. Oh, God. Evan.” Her chest heaved, her pulse spiked. Her fingers pressed into the solid muscle of his upper arm as the tension mounted within her, pulling tight, stretching thin.

He changed up his technique again and used the tip of his finger on her clit. Butterfly flutters that were lightning-quick against the swollen bud.

“Jesus, Evan.” She writhed beneath him. “Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re—oh, God—you’re—oh!” Everything inside her tightened, and then… “Oh, God, yes!” Staci shattered, calling out his name.

Every nerve ending ignited. Her heart thundered. Her body quaked.

“Fuck,” she said again on a ragged breath. “You are amazing. So unbelievably good.”

“And you are so amazing to watch.”

She still shuddered from her radiant climax while he eased a finger into her pussy. Her hips jerked. Another moan leaped from her mouth.

Evan’s jaw set. His eyes smoldered. He worked in a second finger, stretching her.

“Oh, hell, Staci,” he said on a low grunt. “You’re tight, sweetheart. So damn tight.” His mouth sealed to hers again in a quick, hot kiss. Then he murmured against her lips, “And so incredibly wet. I could slide right in. Snug fit, but, Jesus…You’re dripping wet.”

His fingers pumped in a smooth, steady cadence, making her insides hum. Her breathing was still jagged. The tension within her started to build again. So fast. So tenuous.

In a raspy tone, she said, “Evan, you’re exactly what I need.”

Her inner muscles clenched his fingers. He stroked a bit more forcefully, making her breath hitch. The heel of his hand massaged her clit at the same time, pushing Staci into sensory overload. Especially with his heated gaze boring into her. Lighting her up. Singeing her to the core of her being.

His pace quickened. He whispered, “I want you to come again.”

His fingers deep inside crooked slightly, and Staci cried out.

“Right there,” he muttered. “That’s the spot, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Oh, God, yes.” Her body tensed.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Come for me.”

“Evan!” She erupted again.

“Oh, yeah. Come all over my fingers.”

Her pussy clutched them as she rode out the explosive climax. Evan continued to rub that magical spot, drawing out her pleasure. Keeping her charged.

Yet, still…Staci craved more.

“Fuck me, Evan. Please, God. Fuck me, now!”

Chapter Thirteen