“Granger,” I croak out, not sure what to do.
Do I send him away? Yell for him to get out? Or invite him in to finish the job before I lose my mind? Embarrassment wins, since I’m not bold… I don’t seduce men because I don’t know how to. He hasn’t looked away once, his eyes stuck on my hand shoved in my panties, and my cheeks heat. I start to move my hand out of my underwear, so I can cover up with a blanket and die right here.
“Don’t! Put your hand back right where it was,” he says in a quiet growl, his eyes flicking up to make sure I’m not freaking out before stepping into my room and leaning against the doorframe.
My hand stops its retreat, and my gaze is drawn to the tent in his jeans that’s growing before my eyes the longer I stare. Our quiet pants fill the space around us as we continue to stare at each other without saying anything. His jaw is tight with pent up lust, and it looks like he’s holding himself back because his muscles are sure as hell straining under his clothes. He wants me, and I don’t know why that shocks me, but it does. He’s too beautiful to want someone like me. The pink haired girl who’s a loner. Broken.
“You are so damn gorgeous, Princess,” he rasps out deeply and steps forward until he’s at the end of the bed, a few steps away but not touching me.
My hand has a mind of its own as it travels back into my panties, and his eyes follow that movement which helps me become bolder. Under his gaze, I spread my legs wider and move my underwear to the side so he can watch. He brings his fist up to his mouth and bites it while watching me stroke two fingers between my lower lips before sliding them inside with a scandalous moan. He flicks his eyes up with a lopsided, heated smile before reaching over his head and dragging his shirt off. My eyes travel over his body that is sculpted to perfection. Rippling biceps, tight abdominal muscles that flex under my gaze, and a perfect Adonis belt that leads down to a straining big cock confined in jeans. It looks painful.
“Spread your legs further apart and unhook your bra,” he says slowly, to see if I’ll back out. It looks like he’s struggling to hold back, but he stares at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Tell me to leave, Princess. If you don’t, I’m going to make sure you come so fucking hard.”
Those words alone have me quickly unsnapping my bra and pulling down the straps until I’m bare before him. My nipples pebble into hardened points under his dark green eyes, and they’re begging to be touched by only him. Always him.
“I’m not going to touch you, but I’ll still give you everything you need.” My breath stops because that’s exactly what I needed to hear from him.
“Take your cock out and stroke yourself,” I say in a husky voice that makes his cock jerk in his pants. I hardly recognize the woman saying this, but damn if I don’t want it.
He groans deep in his throat and is unbuttoning his pants while pulling down the zipper under my watchful gaze. I suck in my breath when he shoves his pants down and his whole, big length springs forward. His long, hard, thick cock pulses with a slight jump when I pant at the sight of him, and as I stare, a drop of pre-cum leaks from his tip. His urgency has my fingers speeding up, wishing it was his fingers, but I can’t complain. Watching him grab his cock in his big hand has me in a daze. Up and down, he slowly strokes himself, twisting his wrist with each big stroke.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight. Show me how wet you are for me, Princess,” He commands, and never would I have thought being told what to do would turn me on this much.
Passion and violence go in separate directions, and I’m seeing the side of dominance that doesn’t leave me suffering but craving a demand that gives me pleasure. Following his orders, I slip my fingers out of my pussy and hold them up for him to see just how wet he makes me. Should I be embarrassed? Probably, but he doesn’t make me ashamed of my body. In fact, I think he’s craving a taste by the way he licks his lip before biting it.
“Do you want a taste? I’ll give you this one free pass to touch only my fingers.” He leans forward before I’m even finished talking, wrapping his wide lips around my fingers and sucking them clean, all the while staring into my eyes.
“Fucking delicious, just like honey. Put your fingers back where they belong and fuck yourself. Imagine it’s my cock filling you up as you squeeze me with that tight, hot pussy,” he breathes out, stroking himself faster while I pump my fingers in and out to match his fast pace.
My head rolls back on my shoulders, my eyes starting to close from the intense pleasure, and I’m so close to coming, but I need that little push to fall over the edge.
“Look at me,” he says, and when I do, his abs are flexing as his cock starts to twitch in his palm the faster and harder he strokes. “What were you thinking just before I came in here?”
My skin turns a light pink under his gaze, and his signature cocky smirk stretches across his face, as if he can read
