From embarrassment and uncertainty, I’m launched into lightheadedness and needy as hell. My skin itches, aching to rub against all of his bare flesh. I’ve never been so hungry in my life, and no morsel of food will sate me. I want to eat Brexley whole. And that certainly poses a challenge, considering his . . . size.
He is intimidatingly big at full mast. And the masculinity lining his calloused hand holding his cock, has me practically whimpering.
“My, what a big dick you have.” The joke slips out before I can catch it. Echoing the first time we met.
“All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” he assures me, barely restrained mirth sparkling in his eyes.
But he won’t. The rule that he can’t touch me stands, and I know he won’t. Not unless I invite him over here.
Then all humor vanishes from his face. “Spread yourself for me,” he commands in a hoarse voice.
I obey him, setting the vibrator aside to give him a better view. I feel more exposed than I ever have in my life and I’m not sure if this is exhilarating or if I’m on the verge of an anxiety attack.
Right now, I can’t allow myself to examine why I’m baring myself to a werewolf who pushes my buttons.
His breath audibly catches in his throat, and he grips his cock with what looks like bruising force. “Fuck Red. I want to shove my dick in your sweet, little, wet hole so bad.”
My inner muscles clench so hard I almost come again at that. He’s still across the room, but I feel as arrested as if he tied me up.
“Touch yourself,” he says in a low growl.
I swipe a finger up and down my slit, and instantly I’m dying to come again. I reach for the vibrator, but he cuts me off with a sharp command. “No, leave it.”
The look I shoot him must be utterly pathetic, like a wounded puppy.
He only smirks. “I wasn’t kidding about making you come myself. I can’t touch you, but I can tell you what I’d do if I was over there. I would lick right up and down that delicious pussy again.”
My finger rubs faster up and down, mimicking what he’s describing.
“Then I’d latch onto that perfect, little clit that is begging me to suck on it.”
My thumb rubs against it and I’m not responsible for the sounds coming out of me.
“But is that what you want, Red? You want me to suck on your little clit as I pump my fingers into you?”
I nod, even as I hope he knows I can’t let him touch me.
Who am I kidding? Would I really stop him? I’m already out of control, how much worse could it get?
Much, much worse,my brain whispers with certainty.
“Or do you want me to push this big cock into your little pussy? Stretch you until you are screaming with pleasure, like the last time?” He curls his tongue behind his teeth again; the expression is purely sexual.
One of his hands grips the door jamb, like it’s the only thing keeping him rooted to the spot. Then he spits into his other hand and slides it up and down that dick. It’s vulgar, like his words. And it completely turns me on.
Oh fuck, my fingers rub my clit, and I know it won’t be much longer.
His hot gaze flicks back and forth between my face and where I’m touching myself. “Maybe I’ll flip you onto your hands and knees so I can fuck you, doggy-style. I'd slam into you so deep you’d feel me in your throat over and over. Then spank that perfect ass that’s begging for some abuse.”
Mmmm, the idea of a little roughhousing, some violence mixed in with my pleasure, just shot me to a new height.
I know it’s not normal, it’s not right, but fae lords, if I don’t want him to bruise me a little while pushing me over the edge. I want him to punish me by ramming his massive dick down my throat until I’m crying and choking and creaming myself.
Yep. Definitely not normal.
He jerks himself off faster, his back slightly caving over as if he is struggling to stand. I want that thick length filling me. I want it so bad the empty ache inside me is driving me mad. My fingers move of their own accord, frantically thrusting inside my aching core. My need generously slips down my palm.
“That’s it Red, good girl.”
