Page 62 of His Greatest Muse


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“Of you?” she breathes.

I begin to move toward her, my steps slow, taunting. “Of what I want to do to you.”

She watches as I let the objects in my hands fall to the ground beside my feet. I have no use for them with Tinsley in front of me.

“And what is it that you want to do to me?”

“Everything.”

Three steps and I’m in front of her. She exhales, hands moving to press flat against the wall on either side of her. I follow the length of her body with my eyes, a needy noise building in my chest when they snag on her tits. Two thick, hard nipples are locked away behind too many layers, rising and falling with the rapid beat of her heart. I want them in my mouth, draped over my chest, pointed at the ceiling.Fuck.

A squeal flies from her lips when I grab her hip and spin her toward the wall. With long brown hair flying over her shoulder, she glances back at me, so beautifully shocked as her hands find purchase against the wall in front of her. I grind myself against her ass, fingers digging so deep into the curve of her waist that I hope I see bruises tomorrow.

I don’t stifle my warning growl when she pushes her ass against my cock, drifting it side to side, almost like she’s begging me to punish her. With a steady hand, I reach around her front and pop the button of her jeans before shoving them past her knees. A thin strap of black lace is tucked between her ass cheeks, leaving the round, muscled flesh bare for me. The band around her hips is thin, too easy to rip apart. I hook my finger beneath it and tug before letting it snap back. She hisses at the sting, making my cock throb, the tip wet.

“Gonna tear these off of you.” I drag the words up my throat.

She wiggles her hips in response. I fill my palm with one of her ass cheeks, kneading it for a few beats before curling my fingers and biting into the skin with my nails. There are so many things I want to do to her. But it’s too hard to tease her. I’m too fucking desperate. The teasing will have to wait.

I grip the string beneath the band of her thong and follow the length of it with my fingers, pulling it free as I move down her ass. When I reach the bottom curve, I press my knuckle to the thicker material cupping her pussy and curse at how wet it is. I dig my knuckle in and move it left to right, forcing her panties to sink into the sensitive flesh.

“I only hear empty threats,” she grinds out.

I watch her closely as the string of her thong is yanked viciously into my fist. The lace panties cut through her wet flesh as I pull, digging in painfully as the string finally tears in my grip. We both watch it fall to the floor.

“Oh. Never mind,” she whispers, her expression both excited and nervous. “Well? What’s next?”

I don’t respond. Can’t. I’m transfixed by the sight of her cunt. Puffy and pink. So fucking wet. Savage hunger saws through me as I grab at her waist and try to calm myself. It’s helpless. I’m too weak, my control now belonging to the beast she’s so desperate to know.

“No.” I choke on it, forcing it out. “Say it and I’ll stop.”

Her laugh is bright, disbelieving. “Not going to happen.”

I drop my forehead to her shoulder and beg, “Tinsley.” My fingers have drifted across her stomach, already dipping over her pelvis.

When I force myself to stop with my fingers ghosting the strip of hair above her pussy, she nods rapidly. “Fine. Yes. Okay.”

The words have barely registered before I’m touching her. I glide a finger through her lips and dip it inside her entrance. She’s so fucking wet that it slides deep with no resistance. No fight.

“Fuck,” I spit, pulling my finger out before shoving it back in. She cries out, but not in pain. “Knew you’d be wet for me. Didn’t think you’d be gushing, though.”

“Your mistake.” A gasp tumbles from her lips when I bring my other hand down hard on her ass. The clap screams through the house. “Oh, shit,” she moans, head falling forward, hitting the wall.

I add a second finger inside of her, the fit nice and snug. She’s perfect, just for me.Onlyfor me. That I’m fucking sure of. I won’t let it be any other way. Not anymore.

I’ve never shied away from my possessiveness. I embraced it a long ago. If that meant scaring off anyone who looked at her with even the slightest touch of interest around me, that’s what I did. She’s not a virgin. I know she’s only been with one guy. I sent him running with his tail between his legs when she told me about him.

“You’re mine, Tinsley. Need you to hear you say it.” When her reply isn’t instant, I swat at her ass again and watch as it bounces back, warming beneath my palm. “Now. Or I’ll fucking leave you here with an empty, greedy cunt.”

Her glare is vicious. I snarl back and spank her again, this time twisting the two fingers inside of her at the same time. She cries out, slapping the wall as she pushes back into my grip.

“You dirty fucking girl,” I grunt. She tightens around my fingers, trying to keep them inside when I go to pull them out. “Say you’re mine and I’ll let you come. I’ll make you drench my hand and drip drown your thighs.”

Her pussy quivers around my fingers, hips pushing her back into me over and over again, the movements growing quicker as she tries to get herself off with my fingers. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. But I can’t have her doing my work for me. She doesn’t deserve to come that way.

I abandon her ass for her pussy, shoving my other hand between her legs in search of her clit. With a sweep of my thumb across the swollen bud, she’s jerking in my arms, muscles shaking.

“Two words, Tinsley.”

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