Donovan (Face-Off 3)

Now soaking wet, my pussy throbs, wishing he would fill me up. I reach between my legs without even thinking and stop myself when my hand lands on my upper thigh. What is he doing to me?

“I know you like what you see, Princess.” He smirks, like a cocky motherfucker, because he knows that his equipment is the shit. It’s more than the shit. Carter has the Holy Grail of sticks.

At first, I think I see a mirage. He’s so big it’s as if I have double vision. I want to touch him, make sure it’s real. Give him a thorough inspection.

“I showed you mine. Now show me yours,” Carter says, his voice rough and sensual.

So, not what I had in mind at all. But not a bad change of plans either. I’m beyond horny, sex deprived, and the lack of oxygen to my brain is lowering my willpower.

“Sit down,” I order, pointing at the couch along the wall behind him that faces the bed. “Rule number one. You can look, but you can’t touch.”

Running his fingers through his hair, he blows out a puff of air. “You’re crazy, woman.”

“Lucky for you, my brand of crazy has perks. As long as you’re a good boy and do what I say, you will get something in return.”

I get an eye roll that only makes me want to fuck him even more. But he doesn’t protest again. “This better be good.”

“Trust me, big guy. I am worth it.”

He kicks off his sneakers and pants, giving me a nice view of his ass, as he struts over to the sofa. His legs are so thick and long, like his cock, his arms bulging with muscle in all the right places. His cut-off shirt needs to go because I need to see more of him. I have never seen this much definition on a man before. And I dated some real meatheads.

He sits on the plush sofa with his legs open and his hand on his shaft. “What now, Princess?”

“Take off your s

hirt.” I bark the order, but he just sits there.

“What’s next?” He asks, ignoring my request.

I love that he’s down with my impromptu role play. It’s too bad he’s being stubborn about taking off his shirt. I bet his abs are just as ripped as the rest of him.

While this may seem odd, nights like this help me with my writing. A lot of my books come from personal experiences.

“Now, we finish our scene,” I tell him, my eyes locked on what I can see of his gorgeous body.

I scoot down toward the footboard, hiking up my skirt just enough so that he can see my hot pink thong. It’s see through lace, leaving little to the imagination, but I want him to get the full show. He needs to give in to me before I submit to him completely. I’m a freak like that, and if he doesn’t like it, he can go. I doubt he will. He wants me too much to bail already. And I like that he’s a willing participant in this weird ass game. It’s better this way.

“What exactly does that entail?” He seems amused.

The amount of self-control he exudes excites me, turns me on so much that I push my panties to the side to give him a peek. I wish I could say this is one of the most erotic things I’ve ever done. That would be a lie. My level of kinkiness mostly likely exceeds Carter’s.

He seems like the bark out orders, bend me over, and fuck me from behind type of caveman. I want that side of him for sure. But we need to learn more about each other first. What better way to do that than to masturbate in front of each other?

He licks his lips, stroking himself gently as his gaze falls between my legs. “Spread those pussy lips for me, Princess.”

I hesitate, biting down on my bottom lip before I make my decision. Carter wins. I guess. Because I do as he says even though it’s what I had wanted to do the second I saw his cock.

“So, tell me,” I say, shoving two fingers inside my wetness. I’m so fucking wet I could come on the spot. “Do you like what you see, big guy?”

He nods, his hand moving faster with each stroke. This time he keeps his mouth shut, too busy concentrating on me to answer. Only grunts from him and soft moans from me fill the void.

I pick up the pace, spreading my legs wider for Carter. He needs to see me. See what he’s doing to me. I’m so fucking close to hitting the spot, my body trembles and grows warmer, the heat radiating through me in waves. My nipples are so hard they’re poking through my bra, outlining my shirt.

And then something unexpected happens. The bedroom door swings open. I look to my right in horror when I see Tyler, followed by Kennedy.

Tyler’s mouth opens in shock. “Shit. What the fuck are you guys doing in here?” He covers Kennedy’s eyes with his hand and turns her around so she can’t see Carter, which is a shame because his stick is something to admire. Though by the sound of it, Tyler’s is more than enough.

In one swift motion, I remove my fingers from my pussy and push down my skirt. This is awkward. Carter doesn’t have the luxury of putting on his clothes since his pants are on the floor next to me.