Page 44 of Over the Line


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She comes apart.

“Oh God,” she gasps. “Oh God. Oh my fuckingGod!”

Her body tenses…and then she slumps back onto the counter, limbs going lax, pussy convulsing around my fingers, mouth parting in a soft O, eyes sliding closed. Her sweatshirt and tee are rucked up around the tops of her breasts, shoved under her arms. Her joggers are hanging low on her hips, stretched out with my arm beneath them.

Not even fully naked.

But the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to see.

My dick is hard and aching and I’m desperate to drag her pants down, to thrust into that tight cunt, to feel all that slick heat surrounding my cock, the clasp of her pussy around me.

That desire is so damned strong, I almost do just that.

In fact, I slip my fingers free, need ramping when she gives a soft mew of protest, and grip the waistband of her pants—

“Grr.”

The growl snaps me out of my daze, out of the driving need of my cock.

The sharp increase in pressure at my ankle does the rest of the job.

“Fuck,” I hiss, releasing her sweats, slipping my hand behind her shoulders and helping her sit up. A sharp tug covers her breasts with that sports bra thing, another has her T-shirt down, still one more has her sweatshirt covering her torso.

Only when I make sure she’s steady, do I step back.

I pick up the towel, wanting to go back to the mess, wanting to pretend this didn’t happen. Wanting…

To fuck her senseless.

So.Fucking. Stupid.

Especially when her eyes flick down, teeth pressing into her bottom lip and need courses through me anew. “Do you want me to…?” she offers with a gesture toward my crotch.

My dick twitches and a little ofmyinner demon comes out, even though I’m spiraling and freaking out inside and trying to come up with any reason why me fucking her right now is a bad idea.

For the record, risking tiny demon bite wounds isnotone of those reasons.

Neither is the flush on her cheeks.

Or the vision of those lush breasts imprinted on my mind.

What I wouldn’t give to see them jiggling as I fuck her hard and fast and—

“I mean,” she whispers, “You, um, helped me out and I—” Those cheeks turn a deep shade of red. “I can return the favor.”

Fuck, she’s cute.

Really cute.

And sweet and gorgeous.

And I want her.

For more than just one quick fuck.

No other thought could have succeeded in cooling my desire as quickly, as completely. One other time in my life, I thought that. One other time and it seriously ended up fuckingme.

Fucking with my head, my heart, with everything I thought I knew.

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