Page 93 of Finding Us Again


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“No,” she said.

She grabbed my wrists, pushing them up over my head. Her voice was firm as she commanded me.

“My turn.”

Why the fuck was that so goddamn sexy?

“Yes, ma’am,” I told her.

Her hands went to my belt, working it free. The sight of my ring on her hand as it freed my dick made my stomach churn withneed. It clawed its way through me. It burrowed deep. I’d wanted her from the moment I saw her on that stage in September, but this was different.

She was different.

Nearly four months later and she was growing into her sexuality, and fuck me if I wasn’t the lucky bastard that got to be along for the ride.

Lifting up, she worked my jeans down my hips, watching my cock bounce free. Her bottom lip curled over her teeth and she bit down on it.

“Like what you see?” I moaned.

She glanced up at me through her lashes. Flushed pink, her face showed her innate shyness.

So fucking sexy.

“Lick your palm.”

“Hmm?”

“Lick your palm. Get it wet and wrap your hand around my cock. He needs to feel you,” I told her.

She stared at me. Her eyes locked on mine while her tongue bathed her palm from her wrist to her fingers.

Jesus Christ, she was going to make me come.

“Good girl. Now, wrap your hand around me.”

Her throat bobbed, but she reached for me. Her eyes were still glued to mine as she curled her hand around me.

“Tighter,” I groaned.

She squeezed, and I lost sight of her. My neck arched back as she tugged my cock slowly. My pulse roared in my ears, but the world stopped when I felt her wetness sliding over my dick.

“Katie,” I sighed.

I filled my hands with her hips. Hips that mesmerized me. I thrust up into her while pulling her down to me.

A ragged moan escaped her throat, and her head fell back onto her shoulders. She grabbed my hands, holding them away from her.

“I want to do to you what you to do to me,” she whispered.

I nodded, clenching my teeth, watching her face light up brighter than the Christmas tree downstairs.

She twisted her hips, and I was lost.

Rolled. Pitched. Ground. She rode me, gasping as she came close to coming undone.

I rode the edge, watching her gorgeous tits bounce and jiggle.

When she started whining, I asked, “What’s wrong, baby girl?”

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