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“Yes,” I say. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
“You’ll have to beg,” he growls. “Make me believe you.”
His tongue tangles with mine as he slides my nightgown down over my shoulders. His fingers are sure and gentle, driving me crazy as he sweeps them up and down my arms. The teasing touch of his thumbs on the sides of my breasts has me gasping. There’s a fever building in me and I’m shaking again, but this time not with nerves. I need something from him, and I need it badly.
Before I know it, I crawl onto his lap so that our bodies touch. His arm curls around my back to pull me close, our chests pressed together. I’m not sure whose heart is pounding faster.
“Spread your legs,” he murmurs as he drops kisses down the side of my throat.
I instantly straddle him, settling against the hard bulge in his pants. A thrill courses through me at the feel of that thick rod between my thighs, making me writhe against him.
Easton could have taken me six ways by now, but instead he’s driving me slowly insane. He wants me to beg for what’s already his, and I think I’m ready to actually do it.
Chapter 6
Easton
It takes every ounce of my restraint to stop myself from claiming my prize but, as much as she belongs to me now, I don’t want anything she’s not eager to give. I enjoy drawing out her passion, hearing her small gasps, and feeling her shivers. But I’m not made of stone, even though my cock is that hard; pulsing against her pussy as she wriggles against me.
As much as I want to keep kissing her, I need to look at her again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. I grip her hips and slip out of the eager hold she has on my shoulders. The top part of her sheer gown pools around her slender waist and I swallow hard at the perfection of her small, pert tits. I run a thumb over each one, raising her nipples to tight peaks. She lets out a breathy sigh, and the sound shoots straight to my cock.
“Does that feel good, Sloane?” I ask. I love saying her name while she writhes against me, desperate.
She nods, licking her lower lip, plump and pink from my hungry kisses. It’s torture, but I can go as long as I have to in order to hear her plead for me to fuck her.
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine shyly. She pushes down hard against my cock, those glazed eyes rolling back in her head. “That, too.”
I brush her long hair behind her shoulders, marveling at the way the low light catches the golden strands among the darker auburn. I place a kiss on each shoulder, then lean back to slide my fingers between her thighs. When I trace along her slit over the fabric, the tiny scrap of satin is soaked, hiding nothing. Her blue eyes fly open and she gasps.
“Hasn’t anyone ever touched you here?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “You know I’m a virgin.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean—”
Her cheeks are crimson, almost as fiery as her hair, as she stops me. “No. No one’s ever—you’re the first.”
“Good,” I say, deeply satisfied with her answer. She’s well and truly mine, and I’ll make sure she never forgets it.
Her body rocks back and forth with the movement of my fingers and I finally grow impatient enough to tear the annoying panties off and toss them aside. I cup her wet warmth and kiss her deeply. As soon as she parts her lips for my tongue, I push my fingers inside her slippery cunt. We both gasp.
“Christ, you’re so tight,” I say as she moans.
“Please,” she says. I freeze and she grips my shirt and pulls, snapping open a few buttons. “Please. I’m ready. So ready, Easton.”
I push deeper, stretching her, then ease out to circle her clit. She pulls again, popping the last few buttons to shove my shirt off my shoulders. Her hands run up and down my chest as I make her body ready for me.
“What are you ready for, little girl?” I ask, as desperate as she is, and barely holding on to my restraint. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
I still my hand and lean back, waiting. Her blue eyes flare and she almost growls at me. She’s a tiger now, but a shy one. “You can say it,” I urge. I take her hand and place it on my cock that’s about to burst free of my pants. “Believe me, baby, I want you just as much.” I grab her hair and pull her face roughly to mine. “Even more,” I tell her, kissing her as she tugs at my zipper.
All those months of sneaking glances at her, the sleepless nights of fantasizing about her, barely able to watch her lips as she spoke during her presentations because all I could imagine was having them wrapped around my cock, and now she’s struggling to get into my pants.
I struggle to stop myself from flipping her onto her back and plunging inside her tight little pussy.
My cock is free and she runs her thumb over the moisture at the tip, then slides her palm down the length as she grips me.
“It’s bigger than I imagined,” she says.
