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I dig my fingers into the waistband of her white cotton panties, causing her to gasp at the roughness. I yank them down, and she lets out an agonized cry as her pale, lovely ass comes into view.
Fucking Christ.
I want to bite it.
I run my hand over her soft flesh, then grab a nice handful of her ass and squeeze.
Her ass is fucking perfect. My cock was already hardening, but the sight of it, the feel of it in my hand…
I need to be free of the constraints of this godforsaken costume, but her ass is hard to let go of. I want to explore her body more, so much more. I want to touch and taste every inch of her, but I settle for one more caress. I slip two fingers between her thighs and feel her pussy. So fucking soft, so in need of my attention.
My cock pushes at the fabric of my breeches, trying desperately to break free, and reminds me it isalsoin need of attention.
“Christ,” I curse lowly, shifting the wiggling girl and my weight on top of her so I can reach down and free my cock.
Relief fills me as soon as it drops free from its fabric prison and hangs heavily between my muscular thighs.
I can see for all my relief, Sophie’s feeling exactly the opposite. Her eyes are wide with absolute horror as she stares at it.
I don’t know if she’s seen a cock before.
Mine’s a good nine inches and thick and veiny when I grasp it. Seeing it sends her scooting back on the bed, eyeing it like a monster coming to get her.
Which I suppose is fair.
“No, please,” she says with renewed vigor, shaking her head. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Pleasefalls from her lips like a Sunday morning prayer, over and over again, more and more desperate as I shove her panties lower and make room for myself between her thighs.
Her desperation intensifies.
“Please, please don’t do this.”
I ignore her protests, though I do enjoy them. I wish I had more time with her tonight. I haven’t even been inside her yet, and I already regret knowing I won’t be able to explore every hole or taste every inch of her. My time is limited—literally. When those doors open, she’s getting the hell out of here. And if she has her way, I know she’ll never see me again.
I don’t like that at all.
I want her hair loose and sliding between my fingers as I palm her skull, pulling her into my chest as I drive into her. I want to feel her weight in my arms as she sleeps beside me and know what she looks like in the morning when she first wakes up. I want to taste her, dominate her mouthandher scrumptious ass.
I need… much more time than what’s left of an hour.
Gazing down at her, I see tears glistening in her eyes.
“Will you have dinner with me?”
Her eyes widen. “What?” she whispers, utterly dumbfounded.
“If I stop now, or even if I don’t, will you have dinner with me? I’ll take you somewhere nice.”
“No,” she says immediately, too floored by my insane request to even think before she utters the word.
My brow furrows. I suppose it makes sense, but it wasnotthe answer I wanted.
My gaze flickers to her braids, and all I can think is that I’m so fucking limited on time, I can’t even spare a minute to unbraid her hair so I can see it loose.
I need to see her breasts, at least, so I unbutton her shirt and push it open. She’s wearing a white bra. I shift her weight and reach behind her to unclasp it.
She squeezes her eyes shut as the fabric goes slack. I want the bra all the way off, so I have to release her wrists.
