Page 191 of Filthy Beautiful
“I’d say it was an almost-fail. I’m gonna have to give you an E.”
“Damn. What does a girl have to do to get an F?” She looked down at my erection, which had to be obvious as hell in my sweats, as I advanced on her.
“Well, you spread your legs for me. So you get a point for that.”
“Xander—”
“How about you spread them again.”
I kissed her before she could respond to that, and she kissed me back, half-heartedly. I grabbed her hand and pressed it to my dick, and her fingers immediately curled around my shaft. I growled, low in my throat, as we kissed, and she got into it, letting me push her back toward the bed.
She let me strip off her robe, and she pushed down my sweats, freeing my dick. She watched as I rolled on the condom I’d brought. I did it slow, studying her. “You gonna run, halfway through?”
Her eyes met mine. “I guess you’ll just have to see.”
Yeah, that was a challenge if I ever heard one. Like,Make it good for me and maybe I’ll stick around.
So I got down on my knees. I pushed her back on the bed and spread her thighs and for the next several minutes, I lavished her sweet cunt with a tongue and lip massage that had her panting, trembling, and dripping pure lust down her thighs.
When she started whimpering a steady stream of curses and pretty much pleading with me to fuck her, I climbed over her and sank myself home. I fucked her slow but fierce, driving her right across the bed as I did it. Her head ended up against a bed post and I wedged a pillow behind her to cushion the blow, but I didn’t ease up.
She didn’t ask me to.
She just wrapped her thighs high around my waist and dug her fingers into my ass. She moaned or cried out with every thrust.
I let go and just let myself enjoy it. Let myself get close to the edge and then hover right there, ready to go off… so the second I thought she might run, or if she started to come, I was gonna pin her down and make her stay.
She went still, suddenly. Silent.
She clamped her thighs around me and bit her lip.
I slowed my thrusts. “You coming?” I demanded, searching her face.
“Mm-mmm,” she moaned, chewing on her lip and shaking her head… even as her hips jerked and I felt her pussy clench on my dick.
“Little liar,” I whispered, as she gasped for air and her pussy spasmed. Her whole body trembled beneath me and her eyes met mine, and it set me off. “You’re not going anywhere,” I growled, but I didn’t hold her down. Changed my mind about that at the last second.
Instead, I gripped the pillow behind her head and pumped my hips a few times as I blew into her, andsheclung tome.
I buried my face in her hair and groaned as the waves of warmth took me down. Felt like I blacked right out as my head spun. My cock was pulsing deep inside her, and everything was fucking perfect.
For a few seconds.
Then she pushed at my shoulder.
I looked at her face. She was staring at me, and a little bolt of shock ripped down my spine at the cold look she gave me.
What the fuck now?
I rolled off, pulling out. I watched her get up.
Would’ve liked to stay buried in her a little longer; I was still having aftershocks as I pulled off the condom, and she pulled on panties. She dug a bra out of a drawer and started putting it on.
I got up and wrapped the condom in a tissue and put it in my pocket as I picked up my sweats, because I didn’t know what the fuck else to do with it. I didn’t see a wastebasket, and leaving it behind in her room seemed wrong somehow.
As I got dressed, she kept staring at me. Studying me as she hooked her bra behind her back—like I was a lab experiment and she was waiting on me to undergo some kind of chemical change right before her eyes.
“What?” I finally said, though I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what was on her mind right now.
