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The air is kicked out of my lungs, leaving me breathless. But then the mattress dips, and Prescott is over me. I wrap my hands around his shoulders as he starts kissing me, down my neck, and over my chest. His expert fingers unhook the clasp of my bra, my breasts spilling out of the lacy material. He cups my boobs and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
A jolt goes through me, my body arching off the mattress, fingers digging into his back as he switches from one breast to the other.
Fingers skim over my side where the bruises are still visible, and I freeze as his eyes meet mine. “What’s this?”
Shit.
There is a beat of silence as the panic spreads through me.
“Accident,” I mutter quickly, pulling him back to me. “No talking.”
I press my mouth against his, trying to get him back where I want him—with his mouth firmly occupied with mine, and thankfully he doesn’t protest.
My hand slides between our bodies, working on the button of his pants, but the damn thing doesn’t budge. I let out a groan in frustration which only makes Prescott chuckle.
“Impatient much?”
“I want you inside me.” I brush my hand over the hard length of him. “And based on this, your dick agrees.”
“My dick would need to be dead not to agree.”
Pushing my hands away, Prescott gets to his feet. He watches me watch him, his hand slipping into his back pocket, and tosses something to the bed. A wallet. Then, in a few swift movements, his pants are unbuttoned, and he shoves down his jeans and underwear, his dick springing free.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, long and hard. Perfect, just like the rest of him.
Prescott wraps his hand around his base, giving his cock a few slow strokes, his eyes still glued to me. My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip as he moves closer.
“Take off the panties,” His voice is rough, his words leaving no room for argument. Not that I’d want to fight, not about this.
I slide my hand over my belly and onto the lace material. Slowly. Inch by tantalizing inch. Teasing. Taunting.
Prescott’s eyes grow darker as he follows my hand as I gently rub my clit. My pussy is so wet that the material clings to me as I rub the small bud, desire burning inside my belly.
I let out a soft moan as the lace moves, and my finger slips between my lips, teasing my opening.
Prescott swears loudly, and the next thing I know, my hand is shoved away, and Prescott is looming over me. His lips are pressed in a thin line as if he’s barely holding back.
“No more teasing, doll,” he all but growls before his mouth is on mine.
I let my hands trail over his naked chest, tracing the defined muscles as we kiss. Then I feel him shift over me. Prescott pulls back, grabbing the wallet from the bed and pulling out a condom. He rips the foil package open and puts the condom on before his body joins mine once again.
The heat radiates off of him as he traces kisses over my skin, his hand working his way down my body, moving my panties to the side all the way, those long fingers of his teasing me.
“So freaking wet,” he murmurs, his finger dipping inside me just enough to make me squirm. “Are you always this wet, or is this just for me?”
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I try to stay still. “Wentworth…” I groan, done with playing this game.
“Yes?”
“Stop being a tease and just fu—”
The words die on my lips as he removes his hand and settles between my spread thighs, sliding inside me in one long thrust. I let out a shaky breath as my body gets used to his length.
“Shit…” His biceps quake as he holds back. Those brown eyes of his are so dark they seem black.
I roll my hips against his, pulling him deeper inside me. And it feels good. Too damn good.
My fingers skim over the hard muscles of his back. “Hard,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me harder.”
