Page 10 of Paid With Innocence

But when he reaches down for his belt buckle, my body goes tense, and he notices.

“It’s too soon,” he says softly.

Panicked, I shake my head and search for something to say. “No, it’s just that I—”

He presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. Something about the gesture floods me with submission. I relax beneath his enormity, awaiting what’s to come.

“You need time, princess. I won’t rush you.” His green eyes blaze down at me as he slides a hand up my thigh. A whimper escapes my lips. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want a taste.”

Before I can fully process his words, he’s got his hands on the hem of my dress. He lifts it up and over my hips, sending a surge of excitement through me.

Thank God I wore my cute red panties tonight.

He spreads my legs open, and I look down just as he brings his lips to my thigh. His kiss fills me with a rush of sensation so intense that my hands clutch the sheets.

He kisses my other thigh, then continues up, growling like a hungry animal as he reaches my mound.

“Orson…” I whimper as he hooks his thumb beneath my panties and pulls them aside. I’m fully exposed.

“Perfect,” he growls. “Absolute perfection.”

There’s a rhythmic pulse between my legs now that I’ve only ever felt when reading a steamy scene in a book or watching a love scene in a movie. Only now it’s infinitely more intense. And when Orson leans in and presses his tongue to my pussy, I nearly explode.

“Oh my God!” I cry out.

Without thinking, I reach down and grab him by the hair. I’m squeezing too hard, but I can’t help myself, and he doesn’t seem to care. So I just hang on for dear life as he slides his tongue up and down my slit, flooding me with sensations I’ve never felt before.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, probing my hole as my heart races. He reaches up and with one quick tug, tears the neckline of my dress—Trish’s dress.

“Don’t worry, I’ll replace it.” He takes my breasts in both hands. “I’ve been dying to see these tits since you walked in. Perfect tits like these deserve special treatment.”

I’m overloading. It’s incredible, like the whole world is shifting. But at the same time, I can’t shake the anxiety that lingers within me.

There’s a man between my legs! And not just any man. A gorgeous one.

“Relax, angel,” he says. Wow, can he read my mind? “Just take a deep breath and let me treat you.”

He’s making me his princess. Before I was just pretending. Now it’s coming true. And when he presses the tip of his tongue against my clit, the fire that’s been kindling inside me erupts into flames.

“Oh my God…”

My back arches off the bed as Orson flicks tiny little circles around my button. Each one sends a sweet shock through me, causing my mouth to fall open. He rolls my nipples between his strong fingers with just the right amount of force, enhancing the already intense sensation.

My anxiety starts to fade as a pressure rises within me. I’m soaking. My arousal drips down my thighs, down my butt, and onto the sheets. Every muscle in my body starts to tense.

Is this really going to happen? Each beat from my heart is like a drum, battering me closer and closer to the edge.

But just as I think it’s going to happen, my nerves crush back on me, anxiety dulling the sensations.

I can’t come…not with him here.

For my entire life, that moment has been private. Something I do when I’m alone in my apartment. I know he wants me to let go, relax, but I don’t know how.

“It’s okay, princess,” he mutters, looking up at me with blazing intent. “I want you to come for me.”

My mouth falls open. “You–you do?”

He grins, his cheeks and chin glistening with my slick. “More than anything.”