Not My Romance - Page 20

I turn back to her, stalking toward her like the animal I am. She’s so tense, alert, like a skittish animal who doesn’t know whether to run toward or away from me. That makes my manhood throb, even more, knowing my woman needs me to lead the way.

“No, not for free.” My voice is husky as I lean down, bringing my lips a hair’s breadth away from hers. But I don’t kiss her, not yet, instead keeping my face inches from hers, tasting her breath, feeling it whisper over my face. “I’ll need you to do something for me.”

“Hmm?” she whimpers.

I can read her desires as plainly as my own, as though scenting her hunger in the air, the same way I can feel my white-hot need surging up my shaft, burning as it tries to explode out of me.

She’s taken me right to the goddamn edge. My swollen helm is pulsing with warm sticky precome

“Come for me,” I growl. “That’s all. Just come like the horny girl you are.”

Before she can answer, I stamp my lips against hers and kiss her forcefully. She moans and snakes her hands over my shoulders, pulling on the back of my neck, as though she wants to keep me as close to her as possible. It’s like she wants us to melt together.

I snarl through the kiss, pushing her until she nudges into the edge of the couch. She giggles as she almost falls, and I laugh, our teeth clicking together. But then I cradle her back with my possessive hand and our kiss grows even more heated.

I trail my other hand up her thigh, savoring every curvy inch. She feels hot beneath the fabric of her pants, getting warmer and warmer the closer I get to her center.

Fuck. She feels soaked, even through her pants and her underwear. I grab her pants, fiddling with the button.

It’s difficult, my fingers twitching with too much desire. I tear the button loose and yank her pants down.

She gasps and collapses against me, squeezing onto my sides. Everything she does is so innocent like it’s the first time she’s ever been touched.

My heart beats even faster when I slide my hand down her underwear, to her clit and her lips.

“You’re fucking drenched,” I groan.

“Is that good?” she moans.

I chuckle deeply. “It means you’re as horny for me as I am for you. Don’t worry, you excitable little minx. Once I’ve got you even wetter I’m going to show you how hungry I am. But first…”

Her moans become breathy when I slid my middle finger into her hole. She’s insanely tight, my shaft buzzing when I think about how firmly she’s going to clamp onto my thick cock, not sure if she can take it to begin with… and then creaming and gushing her sweet pleasure down my big dick.

I press the heel of my palm against her clit as I finger her. She bites down on my shirt, her hips twitching. Even the twitching of her hips is nervous, as though a force inside of her is directing her movements.

I start to finger fuck her harder and faster, slipping my finger out all the way and then driving it deep. Each time, I make sure to smear my palm across her clit, spreading her slick juices over her entire pussy.

The whimpering moans she makes are the most intoxicating fucking thing. It’s like she’s stuck in a trap, but she doesn’t want to get away.

She wants to stay trapped… with me, forever.

I stare down as she bites her lip, and her eyes start to glisten. Her young innocent blush has spread down her neck like she’s burning up from the inside. I finger her faster, her hole making sweet squelching noises, telling me how ready she is.

And then her expression shifts. Her eyelids start to flutter.

I apply even more pressure, almost lifting her off the couch. She makes an almost surprised squeaking noise each time the heel of my palm touches her clit.

I dive deep, holding myself inside of her, my palm grinding against her clit as my finger swirls around inside her.

She croaks, her moans turning silent, her eyes slamming shut as the orgasm erupts from her.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she gasps, struggling to catch her breath. “Oh… My…”

She can’t say anything else as her pussy gifts me wave after wave of glorious wetness, gushing all over my hand, squirting all over my fingers. Her hole clenching tightly around my finger.

The tip of my cock buzzes in anticipation, as I fantasize about what she’s going to feel like, every inch of my huge prick being squeezed by her youthful slit.

She screams and then falls against me, burying her teeth in my chest again.

When she looks up slowly, I remove my finger.

“Sorry for biting you.”

I smirk. “I’m sure you’ll be biting me some more pretty soon. Don’t apologize.”

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