Page 16 of Brazilian Fantasy
“You’ve been watching me?” she asks, feigning innocence.
I grunt out a laugh. “Yeah, and you damn well know I have been.”
“What…what have you been watching?” she asks.
“You. Teasing me. Acting all sweet and fucking innocent as you lotion yourself up at the pool, but you’re nothing but a little cock tease.” She moans, and I add, “You’re a thrill-seeker, Piper, and you like the idea of getting caught.”
“I had to do something to get you to notice me,” she says, stepping into bad girl role, even though we both know she’s a good girl at heart. But tonight, she wants to be bad, so that’s what I plan to give her.
“Oh, I noticed you.” I shove my leg between hers and pull her down hard to grind her sex against my thigh. “The second you walked into my home, all I could think about was getting you naked and fucking this sweet pussy.”
“I’ve been in bed at night touching myself,” she admits.
“Puta que pariu!”
She laughs, but it’s edgy and full of lust. “What does that mean?”
“It means tonight I’m going to do the touching.” It means “holy shit,” but she doesn’t need to know that.
I shape the edges of her breasts as I follow the path of her curves. “When you were running your hands over your body, were you imagining they were mine?” A whimpering sound catches in her throat. “Answer me,” I command in a soft voice as I press my mouth to her long neck. I breathe her in, trail my tongue along her soft flesh. My dick jumps in my pants.
“Yes,” she finally says, but her body quivers slightly when voices sound outside our door. I’m certain it’s from excitement.
I spin her around until her breasts are pressed against the wooden wall. She gasps, and I push against her to absorb her tremor. “Do you get hot and wet thinking about me touching you, putting my fingers inside you?”
I lift the back of her dress and tug her panties down until her ass is exposed. I cup it and squeeze gently. She moans and pushes back against me. “Every time you teased me, all I could think about doing was tying you up and giving you a good hard fuck.”
“Oh…” she cries out.
I give her ass cheeks a squeeze, and I grin when she whimpers.
“Are you going to stop teasing me?” I ask. “Answer me.”
“I don’t think so,” she whispers.
“And why not?”
“I…I want to play some of your game.”
She wants me to tie her hands.
“Filha da puta.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we’re going to play all kinds of games.”
I spin her back around to face me. It’s too dark to see her expression, but from her rapid-fire breathing, it’s easy to tell she’s as excited as I am. I could take her home. I should take her home. A girl like Piper doesn’t fuck in closets, but we’re both too far gone to shut this thing between us down.
With her panties around her thighs, I slide my finger between her silky legs. She tries to widen her legs but can’t, not with her panties binding them together, and I find it sexy as hell.
I run my finger along her inner thighs, and she moans and writhes against the wall as I circle the spot craving my touch. Sexual tension thickens the air as her aroused scent reaches my nose. I breathe her in, eager for a taste. I slide my fingers over her damp lips and widen them. A deep, guttural sound rises from my throat when I find her so goddamn wet for me.
The small room closes in on me as I push one finger inside her. “Oh, yes, Lucas,” she w
himpers. I pull out, only to drive back inside, and a gasp rips from her lungs. “That feels so good.”
She feels so good. Good enough for me to lose myself in her.
