Page 159 of Filthy Feck


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“What do you think of when… You know?” she whispered like we were discussing state secrets.

“We added to the spank bank yesterday. Seeing you get off was better thanlisteningto it.”

She swallowed. “Did you like hearing me come?”

I let my finger trickle down her throat and settle between her collarbones. “Yes.”

Her knee shifted and pressed against mine. I parted them so she could slot hers between my legs. When she angled closer, she whispered, “I should get to work on those keywords.”

“They’ll be there in an hour.”

“An hour?” she queried, clearly intrigued by the prospect of how I could fill up a whole sixty minutes while horizontal on a mattress.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my fingers do the talking. I traced over the line of her collarbones, smoothing them along her chest, watching as goosebumps popped into being. Through the tank she wore, her nipples were visible, and I let my hand come to a halt above one.

“Can I?”

Her throat bobbed as she nodded, prompting me to circle the taut flesh. She shivered, her knee pressing against my thighs, muscles contracting and releasing in response.

Her moan as I gently tugged at her nipple had me hiding a smile.

“Your moan is spank bank material,” I informed her. “That little hitch is perfection. I love knowing that I make you feel good.”

She exhaled. “W-Why?”

I continued on my journey, letting my fingers trail along the crotch of the boxer briefs she wore—mine. She’d stolen them and I’d never been so happy to have a thief in my bed than I was right now.

Trickling the digits along the seam, I rubbed her very gently, watching her eyelids turn heavy.

“Because a woman like you deserves pleasure.”

Her gaze turned watchful.

“Because a man like me knows when he’s lucky and isn’t dumb enough to throw it away.”

“You’re not lucky,” she rasped. “I’m a minefield.”

“I like playing with things that could burn me,” I teased, content when her lips quirked. Just when she relaxed, I found the top of her pussy and gave her some pressure. “Does that feel good?”

A shaky breath was my answer.

“Words, Star. I need to know you’re all in or I’ll stop.”

“Y-You don’t need to stop.”

“Yeah, I do. I’m not willing to push your boundaries. Not until you’re more comfortable being in bed with me.”

She moaned when I rubbed her clit through the boxer briefs and her hips tipped back. “What if I’m never comfortable around you?”

“We’re already a thousand steps ahead of where we were yesterday.”Understatement.Even though we’d known each other for years, I hadn’t put a deadline on getting into her panties. If she needed time, I had nothing but that for her. Playing with the buttons on the briefs, I heard her breathing hitch in response and asked, “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

My fingers tucked into the gap and my nostrils flared when her knee shifted higher so it put pressure against my dick. Simultaneously, my fingers found the hot silk between her thighs. She mewled when bare skin met bare skin, and her hand reached over to cup my wrist, holding me in place as she rocked her hips, creating her own friction.

I’d thought to give her pleasure, but she took it and I’d never seen anything fucking hotter than her using my hand to get off.

Her shoulders arched as her body rippled, hips writhing from side to side as she found the place where she needed more attention.

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