“Darlin’, you look—”
“Sad? Um, yeah. I don’t have the boobs to wear something like this,” she says, fidgeting with her hands. “Every time I lift my arms…my nipples get exposed.”
I push the door shut, lean against it, and snap the lock in place.
“Better show me. For science or whatever the fuck.”
She smirks and her cheeks light up in fuckable red.
Slowly, though, she humors me, lifting her arm over her head. One sweet peak of her right tit is barely visible, a half circle of dark areola, just a hint of the nipple painting my balls blue.
My inner caveman wants to fling her against the bed and see how much punishment the entire frame can take.
“See?” she asks, looking down and tugging on the black material, covering up her tit. “I couldn’t go out in public wearing this.”
I’m so fucking hard I can barely walk. Crossing the room, I grasp her wrists, lifting her arms up.
“Didn’t get a good enough look,” I growl. “Show me again.”
“Oh, Ridge, you’re just…oh. You’re serious, huh?”
Damn right.
I help lift her arms, exposing the nipple again, loving how her soft blue eyes heat with something wicked.
Releasing her wrists, I act like I’m going to stretch the material over her tit, but instead, I flip it aside, fully exposing her, then the other one, and thumb at both nipples.
Shit, they’re perked, fully puckered at my touch, ready to leave me delirious.
“I’m trying to be serious.” She drops her arms. “Stop that!”
“Why?”
“Because I have to figure out a dress to wear.” She shoots me a look and rolls those beautiful eyes.
Oh, hell. A man could fall in love with that shit.
“Not this one,” I tell her, pushing the black material off her shoulders. “Your tits are for my eyes only. Nobody else gets a peek.”
That gets another flushed smile out of her before the dress pools around her feet, exposing every sweet inch of what’s mine.
“Bossy much?” she whines, still looking at me with eyes that invite me to do whatever I want.
“You know you love it.” Sliding a hand between her legs, I lean in and whisper, “About as much as I love this pussy.”
“Oh?” She shifts her stance, spreading her legs to give my hand ample room. “How much is that?”
We’re really gonna do this? I wonder.
Not that I’m complaining.
I’m game to show her any waking second.
Her head tips back slightly and a moan slips out of her, my fingers already in her, working pleasure out of her silk.
I kiss her neck, grazing my stubble across her skin.
Her shoulder gets my teeth, a quick little nip that makes her shudder.
Then I move to her tit, strumming my fingers deeper inside her, searching for the spot that’s sure to bring her down at the knees.
“You really want me to show you, Grace? Be careful what you’re asking.”
“I’m not asking.” A devilish moan slips out of her. “And you already are.”
Guilty as charged.
Nudging her to the nearby chair, I grab the back of her neck softly and pull those hot, wet lips to mine.
Fuck.
If I keel right over, I want Died Heroically Taming Grace Sellers on my fucking epitaph.
The only thing hotter than her mouth has to be her slick heat tightening on my hand. I love how she moves, how she twitches, how she gives herself away so sweetly.
These hands have all the encouragement they need to take the hell over, and they do.
A shrill noise pushes out of her just as my thumb rakes over her clit. She falls back against me, skin even hotter than her breath, so sultry I swear she’ll ignite my clothes.
“You starting to understand, darlin’? To see how much I love show and tell?”
Her pussy tightens again as my fingers slow to a teasing rhythm.
She shakes her head fiercely, reaching down to grab my wrist, digging her little nails in. She wants me to finish her bad.
“Not yet. Still a lot to show you…like how bad I’ve been dying to eat you up all day,” I snarl, batting her hand away and hoisting her up.
Her legs tremble.
She gasps.
And then I lead her right to the bed.
“Sit down and open your legs.”
The instant she’s planted, legs draped over the bed, I kneel down with a picture-perfect view of her pink.
“Relax,” I say, pulling her hips forward so those sweet folds catch my breath.
She shudders as my nostrils flare, breathing her in, intoxicating myself on Grace’s scent of sex, want, need.
I barely feel human. The beast inside me wakes up, pushes a growl up my throat, and then I’m face-deep in her divine cunt, taking her hard with my tongue.
She loses it in barely a minute.
It’s a fight to hold her legs apart, urging her on with deep, hungry strokes, moving her hips against my face. I make her ride me, make her work for it, but she’s so spooled up and responsive her body gives it up to me in record time.