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I shamelessly spread my legs, trying to will him to touch me. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
“Thought you said you couldn’t go again.” His rough hand comes down on my pussy, clenching me almost tightly enough to hurt. I’ve never felt so fucking owned in my entire life. He grips me like I’m his, and I’m suddenly not sure he’s wrong.
My breath saws in my lungs. Did he ask a question? I don’t know and I can’t think to ask. For his part, Shane keeps gripping me tightly as he drags his mouth over my shoulder and up to my neck. “You’re always playing the tease, baby girl. Teasing me for two long years, and then you finally gift me with this pussy and tease me like you’re only going to give me three bullshit orgasms. This pussy?” He slaps me hard enough to make me flinch back against him. “It’s mine for the next three days.”
“But—” I don’t even know why I’m arguing. This is what I want.
“No.” He gives my pussy another slap. “Who’s this pussy belong to for the next three days?”
Against all reason, my throat gets tight. I blink rapidly. “You.”
Another slap. “Do better.”
I swallow hard, my voice thick. “It’s your pussy, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” Just like that, his touch turns soft and almost tender, dragging his fingers over my slit. “It’s my pussy. And I say when you’ve had enough. We’re not done tonight, are we?”
I lean my head back against his shoulder as a tear slips free. I spread my legs wider yet. “No, Daddy. We’re not done tonight.”
Chapter 5
“Good girl.” Shane reaches over and grabs the throw, pulling it over us and covering me from the neck down. I tense, but he just picks up the remote and puts the movie back on, restarting it.
I frown at the television. “I thought you said we weren’t done.”
“We aren’t. Sit back and relax.” He bands an arm around my waist, urging me to lean more comfortably against his chest.
I try. I really do. But he’s so hard at my back and I’m surrounded by him, his big arms holding me to him, his mouth tracing lazy patterns on the side of my neck, his hand…
He barely lets it get through the opening credits before he’s palming my pussy again. “How many times did we watch movies over the last two years?”
I hold perfectly still, my legs quivering from the effort. “Not like this.”
“No, not like this.” He traces a blunt finger around my opening. “You’d have to be feeling particularly brave to sit down here in nothing more than a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me not to do anything about it.”
“Mmm.” I hiss out a breath as he circles my clit. “You’d have to think of a good reason to get me on your lap to take advantage of it.”
“I’d trip you.” He laughs roughly in my ear. “Clumsy girl, landing right where I want you. I’d try to help you get on your feet, of course, but then I touch this pussy and it’s all over.”
“Or… Maybe you wouldn’t have to play games, Shane.” I finally move, running my hands down his arms until my hand is over his where he’s touching me. “Maybe I’d take your hand and guide it right where I’m aching for you.”
He nips my earlobe. “Dirty girl. So fucking needy.”
“No one has to know. Except…oops.” I shrug and the blanket slips off my shoulders to pool at my waist. “Better hope no one walks in.”
“It’s like you want to be caught.” He pushes two fingers into me slowly, agonizingly slowly, and withdraws. “Like you want someone to walk in and know I’ve got my fingers in your pussy.”
I look down. It’s easy enough to see the movement of his hand under the thin fabric. “They’d know.”
“Yes, baby girl, they’d know.” His dark chuckle makes me writhe. “Would you like to go for a drive tomorrow? Right in the afternoon while traffic is at its worst. I’ll slip my hand up your skirt and we’ll count how many people notice.”
“Oh fuck.”
He keeps up his slow finger fucking. “You want that?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want that.” I watch the movement of the blanket, somehow just as hot as actually watching his fingers penetrate me.
“Lily.” The rough tone of his voice lashes. “If you can manage to stay still through this movie, I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you properly.”
“What we did on the couch wasn’t a proper fucking?”
Another of those dark chuckles. “Not even close. That was just to take the edge off.”
Time ceases to have any meaning as he slowly plays with my pussy while the movie runs in the background. I stare at the moving images, but my entire being is focused on the slow slide of Shane’s fingers, on the way he brands me with his touch. I have the half-hysterical thought that this was a terrible mistake. How can any sex compare to this? Am I peaking at twenty-six, destined to spend the rest of my life mourning the fact that I’ll never meet another man who commands my pleasure the way this one does?
