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“What do you think?”
I jerk my head in the direction of her voice and go wooden. Standing in between the kitchen and lounge room, she smiles at me almost timidly and pinches the bunched material at her waist. My cock grows painfully hard as I take her in. I smooth my hands down my thighs and grip my knees.
“Come here,” I rasp, nostrils flaring.
She curves a brow but doesn’t argue. Doesn’t tell me to sayplease. I would have given the word to her a million times if it hurried her pace. With slow, teasing steps, she starts toward me. Her crimson silk dress caresses her hips as she moves, the bunched material at her waist making the swell of her curves more prominent. One shoulder is bared, a metallic gold strap on the other. Long, lean legs exposed to the middle of her upper thigh. Her eyelids are brushed with black, and her lips are the same shade as her dress. A butterfly bandage pinches her cut skin together on her forehead.
Fuck. Me.She looks like a She-Devil. My perfect match.
The moment she gets close enough, I dart my arms out and grip her ass, squeezing it hard as I pull her onto my lap. She gasps, grabbing onto my shoulders to steady herself before she crashes into my chest.
Her knees dig into the couch on either side of me, keeping her hovered above my thighs, her pussy just inches from pressing against the bulge in my jeans. There’s too much fucking space between us. With my hands full of her round, firm ass, I pull her forward, closer.
“Drop, Tinsley,” I growl, letting my head fall to the couch back so I can stare up at her as her face hovers above mine.
She wets her lips and then sucks the bottom one into her mouth. I slide one palm along the curve of her ass before slipping it beneath the silk and cupping the smooth, bare skin I find.
“I didn’t want panty lines,” she murmurs when I find the lack of so much as a thong.
Lust makes my blood sing. A pulse beats in my ears, as loud as a kick drum. My thoughts drift to a place of filth and desire. Nothing exists besides her.
Without another thought, I push the dress up over her ass and settle it on the curve of her hips. Her eyes don’t drift from mine the entire time. They’re wild, my favourite shade of molten silver.
“You were going to my show with a bare pussy?”
The corner of her mouth twitches. I abandon her ass and roughly cup her face before digging my thumb into that smart mouth and pushing her lips apart.
“Don’t forget the party afterward,” she purrs, taking my thumb between her teeth and biting down until it begins to throb.
One look between her thighs and I’m spitting a curse between us. They’re wet, her pussy gleaming with how needy she is. Forcing my eyes away, I find her staring down at my lap, where my cock is trying to tear through my jeans to get to her.
I shift my hips and revel in the way her eyes eat up the movement. “You look desperate for it, Tinsley. Is that why you decided to flaunt my pussy for anyone to see?”
“Last I checked, you’re the only one looking atmypussy.”
I flash a carnal grin and surprise her by reaching a hand between her legs and cupping the slick, hot flesh there. She shudders in my grasp, nails pricking my shoulders as she tightens her grip on them. My palm grows wet as she gushes for me. There’s no hiding her response to my touch.
Squeezing the back of her neck with my other hand, I bring her face close and press my lips to the shell of her ear. “You can deny it if you want, but your cunt knows who it belongs to.”
A low, desperate noise falls from her lips, and then she’s finally dropping into my lap. I puff out a shaky breath and yank my hand from between her legs, needing to feel her heat against my cock, even over my jeans.
“Shit,” she breathes, lurching her hips forward.
A sudden surge of pleasure makes me bite down on my tongue so hard I taste metal. I’d blow in my pants again if it meant having Tinsley grind on me, but I can’t let her continue. She’s been pushing me all fucking day, just begging for me to punish her. Avoiding conversations, surprising me with her entrance song to get a rise out of me, and now not covering her pussy beneath that short dress? She doesn’t get to come, even if it pains me to starve us both of that experience.
Setting my hands on her hips, I still her when she tries to rock forward again. “No.”
“No?” she asks, anger flaring to life in her eyes. “No what?”
“You’re not getting off. Don’t deserve to.”
A bitter, livid laugh. “Fuck you.”
“Not yet. But you’re going to do something else for me.”
Bewilderment dances across her face. “You’re high if you think I’m going to do anything for you now.”
I tug at the gold strap on her shoulder, letting it fall to her arm. Her tits aren’t big, but they’re perfect, and when I pull the top of her dress down, exposing them, I fucking groan at the sight of them. Cupping one with my palm, I dip my head and bring it to my mouth. I suck her nipple deep, grazing it with my teeth, teasing her with a bit of pain. She cries in response, pushing her chest into my face as her fingers thread through my hair, tugging harder with each nip of my teeth.
