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“You can’t be serious about holding me to that?” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. Kit followed the movement, watching avidly as my breasts swelled under my arms.
“I’m very serious,” Kit replied confidently, raising an expectant eyebrow at me.
I was sulking, but I wasn’t about to cut off my nose to spite my face. I got back into position, creating a V with my fingers that Kit neatly slotted his tongue between, filling the shower stall with the lewd sounds of him licking up my slick before sucking my clit into his mouth.
The sudden movement, the boldness of his actions, the added stimulation of not being able to touch him all sent me over the edge with startling speed and intensity.
Slick flowed out of me in the most generous rush I’d seen outside of heat, whatever he couldn’t lap up spilling down Kit’s chin.
He groaned, the wet sounds of him pumping his shaft making another gush of slick flow out.
“On the bed, Margot,” Kit rasped, the veins in his forearms standing out in stark relief as he fisted his cock.
“Bossy,” I murmured, practically salivating over the glistening drop of precum that seemed to be calling my name.
“Are you complaining?”
I pressed my legs together, following Kit out of the shower and accepting the towel he handed me.
“No, I’m not complaining.” Even as I roughly dried my body, the top of my thighs remained wet with slick. I definitely wasn’t complaining. “Not about the bossiness, at least. A little about the no-hands rule.”
Without waiting for a reply, I stalked back into the bedroom and laid down on the bed horizontally, the incredibly unromantic sounds of the action movie still playing in the background as I slid my hand down my stomach to toy with my clit. If I was keeping my hands to myself, then I was going to put them to good use.
Kit paused at the edge of the bed, watching me with hunger written all over his face. “Look at how slick you are. What a pretty, needy pussy.”
“Don’t get cocky,” I breathed. “This is a natural reaction to watching Aaron Tempest flexing his biceps on screen.”
Kit paused, eyes filled with challenge. “You expect me to believe all this sweet slick is for an action star you saw on TV? All those sweet moans were for him?”
He was dripping with confidence, and I loved that he was rolling with my teasing rather than getting miffed or losing his temper.
Kit reached for the remote, flicking off the TV. “I think you might be teasing me, sweet,niceMargot.”
He dragged his cock over my clit, rubbing the fat head in teasing circles over my hyper-sensitive nerves.
“I’m telling you, I’m not that nice.” Kit hummed thoughtfully, maintaining his maddeningly slow pace. “I’m not as mean as you, though. Stop tormenting me.”
“I’d love to.”
“What do you need, an invitation?” I all but snarled, going at least fifty-per cent feral omega in the face of cock deprivation.
“You know what I need. My ego is bruised,” Kit teased, his voice all silky smooth seduction.
I snorted, hooking a leg around his hip and attempting to drag him closer. “No, it’s not. Why are you so strong?”
To my chagrin, I didn’t seem to be moving his dick any closer at all.
“It is,” Kit insisted, sliding his cock down, taunting me with the tip.Is this worse? I think this might be worse.“Very bruised. Battered, even. It will require some soothing. I don’t think I can perform otherwise.”
The audacity of saying that while his hard-as-nails cock wasmassagingmy pussy, albeit only one inch of it.
“You are such a brat,” I whined. “Fine, fine, fine. Every litre of slick—of which there are probably many—that I have produced tonight is for you, you arrogant alpha dickhead. Please fuck me before I lose my mind.”
Kit grinned with pure, unadulterated satisfaction, his hands coming to land either side of me on the mattress as he thrust to the hilt.
I cupped my breasts, toying with my nipples. If I was going to keep my hands to myself, I was going to put on a damn good show about it.
“Not that you were ever in doubt, but this is all for you,” Kit rasped, the muscles in his arms and abdomen flexing with each movement, his thrusts driving me up the mattress.
