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“Do you want me?” He broke the kiss and cupped her ass. His hands kneaded her flesh before he grabbed at the hem of her skirt and flipped it up, covering her bare cheeks with his hot palms.
“Yes,” she hissed, drawing the word out, loving the way he touched her, firm and bold and yet soft and yielding. She melted in his arms, her legs widening the slightest bit, giving him better access and he took it, a finger sliding between her ass cheeks, delving down into her heated pussy.
“God, I can tell. You’re fucking wet.” His finger searched her folds, the wet sound of her sex loud and juicy in the quiet of his apartment. She shivered, bit her lip hard when he slid a finger deep inside her greedy pussy. She clenched her muscles around it, wanting to keep him there. “And tight. Fucking you will be a pleasure.”
“Did you think it would be anything else?” Her brows rose, her words a challenge because she couldn’t help herself.
“No,” he whispered. He thrust his fingers deeper, as deep as he could go, in and out in a slow fuck. She moved against him, her hips churning, her ass pushing out. “You like this.”
“I like the way you touch me,” she confessed, surprised that she could admit that. She usually didn’t like to, certainly not this early in the relationship.
But it’s not a relationship.
Or so she tried to tell herself.
“I like touching you.” His mouth poised over hers, his tongue licked at her lips. “I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t remember your name. I’m going to fuck your pussy, your ass. I already fucked your mouth. And I’m going to lick you. Everywhere. Taste your skin, your wet pussy, your pretty little ass. Would you like that?”
“I won’t stop you.” She gave in to him with such ease it scared her. She wanted him so much she felt as if she couldn’t breathe.
“I know you won’t.” He kissed her again, long and drugging and deep. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
He grabbed her hand and led the way. She struggled to keep up with him, her feet almost tripping over themselves. The second they entered the room she was in his arms, and he stripped the dress from her with rough hands. He almost tugged her head off with the ferocity he used to undress her. His sure fingers undid the clasp of her bra and whisked it off, sent it flying to the floor. She stepped out of her sandals, groaned when he pulled the band from her hair and let it free and she stood before him, naked and vulnerable and suddenly unsure.
“Lie back on the bed and spread your legs.” His quiet command made her turn around, and she studied him as he stood in the shadows. “Do it, Scarlett.”
Without a word, she went to the bed and laid across it flat on her back, her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, feet planted firmly. She was on display just for him, showing everything. He went to the foot of the bed, studying her with an intensity that made her want to close her legs and turn away from him.
He’d flicked a light on but it was dim. She liked to watch, but she didn’t much like to demonstrate, not like this. Especially the first time she was with a man. It made her defenses rise, and she breathed deep and slow, trying to calm her rioting nerves.
“So pretty,” he sighed. “Just like I knew you would be.”
He went down on his knees and reached for her, his hands wrapping around her hips and sliding her down the bed until her ass was nearly hanging off the edge. He grabbed her legs, draping first one over his shoulder, then the other, bringing her pussy right in front of him.
His eyes caught hers, darkened when they locked on her face. He reached out, drew his hand across her stomach, fingers skimming lightly over her sensitive skin. Goose flesh rose in his wake, dotting her everywhere and she shivered. “I won’t hurt you.”
It spilled out of her before she could stop it. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
The dark expression that crossed his face didn’t lie. He was angry. He didn’t like that she kept bringing this stuff up. “Stop saying that.”
“Why? Because it’s true?” Why couldn’t she stop? Why did she act this way every time she got scared, felt vulnerable?
“Fuck you,” he whispered, his breath blowing hot and damp against her sensitive pussy.
Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip. He didn’t back down and neither did she.
“Why do I like you so damn much when you treat me like such shit?” He touched her, his fingers threading through her scant pubic hair, circling and teasing, sliding lower and lower.
She tilted her hips, trying to get him where she wanted him. Yeah, this was better when he was angry with her and not making her feel so damned scared. “You’re a sick pervert?”
“A sick pervert for you.” He pressed the softest kiss to the top of her slit, his tongue darting out to lick and tease.
Ooh. The tip of his tongue dabbed at her clit, making her shiver. He teased and taunted, slid first one, then a second finger deep inside her, curling them and bumping her G-spot. She moaned and moved against his hand. Her fingers curved around his head, curled into his short hair. Silky soft hair rubbed against her thigh as he tilted his head and changed his position. She gasped at the sensation.
Too many sensations, all of them heady, mesmerizing, making her weak and she closed her eyes, desperate to take note. To remember. For later.
Later when he wasn’t with her anymore and she became just another statistic on the long list of Trevor Braxton conquests.
He played with her clit, circling again and again, sucking it between his lips. Her hips lifted off the mattress, a whimper escaping her and the low rumble of pleasure she felt against her pussy made her stomach clench.
