Page 59 of His Pet

Her. I want her.

I meet her eyes, full of need even as she fidgets and looks like at any moment she may bolt.

“I want to make you come.” Lust hangs heavily in my words, and my cock jumps at the possibility. Images of sinking into her fill my head, and I resist the urge to adjust myself. I keep my face relatively impassive, but I can’t keep my stare from being intense.

Her chest heaves and she glances to the tray sitting on the bed before moving her gaze back to me. My desire is mirrored in her brown irises.

“How?” she asks, her voice heady. I can’t tell if she isn’t trying to hide it or if she’s just really bad at it.

“You want me to describe it?”

She shrugs. “I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into.”

Liar.

My lips quirk and I give in and adjust my cock so it isn’t straining so much against fabric. Her eyes dart to my bulge and then back to my face. She eyes my scar again, and when she licks her lips, I consider pouncing on her. Fuck the dirty talk.

I take a breath and relax my shoulders, willing myself to be patient.

“The first thing I want to do is rip that shirt off of you. It’s getting in the way of those perfect tits.” Air races past her lips, and her eyes get wider, overflowing with lust. “Then I want to roll your nipples between my fingers and pinch until you squeal. I like pushing you, and I think you like it too.”

“I want to lick your nipples and tuck my hand into your panties. If I did, I bet they’d be soaked, wouldn’t they?”

Her cheeks redden and she doesn’t answer.

“I’d run my fingers down your swollen pussy lips and shove two into your hot cunt.”

I inch closer to her and grip her chin, digging my fingers into her jaw. “But what I’m really looking forward to is sliding my tongue up and down that pretty pussy of yours and sucking on your clit until you explode all over me.”

Amelia squirms, her thighs pressing together. I jerk her toward me and crash my lips to hers. They’re warm and taste like cherries because of her lip gloss. It isn’t a fast kiss this time. I slide my tongue into her mouth, and she opens up for me. Her tongue hesitantly mingles with mine.

I weave my hands into her hair and tug, and she gives in and kisses me back full force. Her reluctance to admit she wants this melts, and her hands lift to my face.

A moan slips into my mouth when I slide my hand up her shirt and underneath her bra. I squeeze her breast and find her nipple, rolling and pinching just as I promised.

She lifts her arms, and I yank the shirt over her head, wincing at the forceful movement.

Amelia opens her eyes and searches my face with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I snarl, ignoring the pain. I push her to her back and position myself between her thighs. My lips circle her nipple, and I swirl my tongue around it before biting down. She yelps and digs her fingers into my scalp. She tugs my hair while I repeat the maneuver on the other nipple.

Her hips raise and she grinds on my stomach, telling me without words what she wants.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I growl, lowering my mouth to her thighs and tearing her pants and white panties down her legs. I forget everything I told her I’d do and shove my face between her legs.

Warmth envelopes me, and I shove my tongue into her dripping cunt, tasting her honey. Instantly, I’m an addict. The more I taste, the more I want, and I suck her folds into my mouth while she writhes.

My scalp burns with how hard she pulls, and I nip at her pussy lip to get her to pull harder. She shrieks and grinds into me, her clit rubbing against my nose.

“Lorenzo,” she moans, and it’s enough for me to give her what she wants. I slide my tongue to her clit and suck on the little bundle of nerves.

Amelia’s curled toes dig into my lower back, jerking me toward her. I grip the sheets and do my best to ignore the pain. It feels like my back is being split open, but her feet aren’t touching the wound, so it can’t be that bad.

Her hips still and she squeezes her legs around me tightly as she comes. I shove two fingers into her pussy and feel her walls clamp around me. My eyes close and I savor her taste, my own moan escaping my lips. Amelia lets out a mewling sound, and when it passes, her body goes limp and she lets her legs fall to the bed. She takes in shaky breaths.

I raise onto my knees and shove my shorts and boxers down. Her sleepy-with-content eyes widen as she takes in my length, and she raises onto her elbows.

“Lie down,” I say, pressing a hand to her chest. She flops back to the bed and doesn’t argue. I don’t expect her to. She wants this as badly as I do.

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