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“Tell me what you want.” His whisper teases across my cheek.
I’m stuck in a rip current of physical need and desire, and I want nothing more than for Micah to take me, all of me. I close my eyes, and with an airy breath, I speak.
“I forgive you.”
At my words, he pushes his clothed, hard cock in between my legs, rubbing at my seam.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” He forcibly cups my pussy over my shorts, squeezing the tip of his steel cock against my clit, and sucks hard on my neck, demanding an answer.
“I’m not sweet,” I reply, pushing my hips forward to grind on his hand.
“Prove it.” I hear the smirk in his voice.
With the challenge being drawn in the air, I sit up, giving him a view of my back as I take off my shirt. I run my fingers through my raven hair and look over my shoulder.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
He tugs on my arm to guide me back to him.
“Stop thinking. Take what you want, Evelyn. I’m not going anywhere.”
I straddle the delicious V at his waist, and my muscles tighten to hold him as I stare at his statuesque face.
“Someone is going to get hurt.” I search his eyes for any reservations, but I see none.
He just smiles back at me. “Whatever pain comes, you’re worth it.”
I shake my head, but don't argue as the fire spreads to my inner thighs before traveling outward. Consequences be damned.
He raises his hips, and I rub my pussy against the full length of his shaft. I drape my hair to the side, placing both hands on his heated chest, enjoying the feel of his slick flesh, and lean down to his ear.
“Careful what you ask for, Micah.” I tug the lobe of his ear with my teeth and then suck gently before tracing the vein on his neck with my tongue.
He grabs my head, weaving his fingers through my hair, and grips at the roots. He pulls my face to his and crashes his lips to mine like he’s desperate for breath and I’m the only oxygen in the room. His tongue coaxes my lips open and strokes against mine at the same speed as his hips.
I match his speed and run my nails down his chest and over the hills of his abs. The wetness of my core seeps through my shorts on to his as I line the head of his cock to my entrance and rub my clit against his pelvis.
He hisses through his teeth and grabs my hips to stop my movement.
“Angel...” His desire seeps through his strained words. “I need to taste you.”
He begins to pull my hips over his abs and drags me up to his chest before I stop him.
“What are you doing?”
He answers with instructions instead of answering my question.
“Grab onto the headboard and stand up so I can slide these off.” He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.
My anxiety rises and my body stiffens. I'm nervous for him to actually see my scarred pussy. It's one of the reasons I avoid oral. I don't mind giving it, but I can't get comfortable enough to let anyone eat me out. Even when I have, it wasn't something that I found enjoyable.
“Grab the headboard, Evie,” he commands.
“Micah, you don't have to do this.” I stall, trying to see through the fog of pleasure to make sense of what’s happening.
He stares up at me. "I need… I need you to sit on my face. I need you in control."
My pussy clenches at his plea, heightening my arousal and my fear as he continues to tug at my hips, trying to encourage me to stand.
