Page 48 of Smoking Gun


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She arches into me, leaving not an inch of space between us. I tuck my head down in the crook of her neck and inhale her perfect scent. The little moans she makes tell me she did indeed miss me. But I want to hear her say it.

“Hmm?” I hum my question up against her ear again, then nibble on the most sensitive pulse points under her smooth skin.

She lifts her arm and takes my hand in hers, moving them down together ever so slowly over the curves of her breasts and hips. I look down to watch as our intertwined hands dip under the waistband of her pajama shorts. Gliding together through the wet arousal between her legs.

“Does it feel like I missed you?” she whispers.

“Fuck,” I moan.

She gasps when I press my thumb against her clit and push a finger inside of her at the same time

“I don’t want to admit how fucking obsessed I am with your pussy.”

“You just did,” she breathes out and softly giggles. Her adorable laugh and deep dimples send a rush of blood straight to my cock.

I pull my hand up to my mouth, lips closing around my fingers as I suck on the taste of her until there’s none left. Blythe looks up at me, eyes wide as she watches.

I know I’m addicted to how sweet she tastes because I instantly want to slide down and put my mouth on the real thing until I suffocate.

“All day,” I groan. “I waited all fucking day to get my mouth on you.”

“God.Yes.”

I should tell her not to let her face get so close to mine. Because the cryptic part of what I just said is that I’m not just talking about her pussy. I want her mouth just as bad. The feel of her breath on my skin makes it unbelievably tempting.

If I die a slow and painful death, it’ll be because I never got to kiss Blythe Farrow.

I can’t stay in this position, right next to her face. It’s too much. So I lift my body away from hers and roll off the side of the bed.

Her disappointed groan makes me chuckle. I don’t waste any time pulling her to the edge of the bed so that her head is almost hanging off of it. I smirk while she squeals with surprise. I fucking love taking hold of her and moving her body exactly where I want it.

She’s on her back, staring up at me. I look down from where I tower over her. Those mischievous big blue eyes pierce right through me. I place my hands on either side of her and lean down over her body.

“Take off your shirt and your shorts,” I demand.

Wasting no time, her shirt is flung across the room. Then she shimmies out of her baby pink silk pajama bottoms. I never expected the slow bend of her knees and sliding of her hands down her legs to be so erotic. Then again, she could be sitting on a beach in a parka with the hood on and I’d think it was sexy because it was her.

She lays back down flat on her back where I put her, peering up at me again.

“Touch me,” she begs.

I love when she tells me what she wants.

My left hand smooths down the entire front of her body. I could play with every part of her for hours, but all I can think about is feeling her come on my hand and watching her face while she does it. My free hand shoves my boxers down while the other teases at her opening.

She rolls her head back and moans when I bury my two middle fingers deep inside her. The sound makes my cock twitch and I take it in my hand, taking three slow measured strokes.

“Look at me,” I demand.

She opens her eyes and meets my gaze. From my view above her, she’s upside down. And every time my fingers move inside of her, she pushes her feet against the mattress, pushing her head to hang farther off the edge of the bed.

It’s such a picture-perfect sight, her looking up at me like this that I almost come all over her right then and there. I’ve never had a problem lasting until now. It’s like seeing and feeling her lights a short fuse. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

I press the heel of my hand against her clit and curl my fingers inside her at the same time. She lifts her hips and gasps but doesn’t break eye contact. Such a good girl. I can’t read her mind while she looks at me. But her body tells me enough truth. And judging by the way my blood pumps faster and harder just at the sight of her? I’m as helpless as she is.

“Now open your mouth. Stick your tongue out until it touches your chin.”

She does exactly as she’s told. I bite my bottom lip seeing her mouth so open and ready for me like that.

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