Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,11

to her other nipple, and her back arched. She was breathing her moans into me, and I swallowed every one. Her scent, her taste, her sounds—all of it made my dick even harder. And I was sure she felt it as she jerked her hips forward and sat right on top of it.

“Ahh,” she groaned again. Her fingers were running through my hair, tugging it so hard that I thought she was going to pull it out of my head.

I fucking loved it. I wanted her to pull harder. Because everything I heard, everything I felt, told me how good she was feeling, and that was the only thing that mattered to me. Except I knew I could make her feel even better. It would just mean that my hands would have to dip down to her pussy. Once they touched that part of her, I didn’t know if I could stop what would happen next. There had already been a lot of firsts tonight. I didn’t want to take her virginity, too.

I held her waist still and pulled our faces apart. She squeezed my shoulders as she tried to catch her breath, gnawing on those wet, puffy lips.

I couldn’t get enough of her innocence. That was something that didn’t exist around here. But I’d protected Kyle and made sure she didn’t lose hers.

I’d be the one who eventually took it.

“Why did you stop?” she finally asked.

There was hurt in her eyes, and that was the last thing I wanted.

“I’m out of self-control. I’ve been trying real hard, but I want you so bad, it hurts. If I don’t stop now, I’m going to take things much further, and you don’t want that yet.”

“Maybe I do.”

She was so fucking sweet. And so naive.

Rubbing her nipples and grinding against my dick had made her horny, and I hadn’t given her any relief. But if we had sex, there was a chance she’d regret it in the morning. Until I was sure it was what she really wanted, the only thing she was getting from me was more kissing.

That would have to come tomorrow though. I needed to jack off before I trusted myself around her again.

“I’ll give you everything you want, Kyle. Things just need to move slowly.”

The hurt returned to her eyes. I needed to fix it.

“You’re my best friend. Nothing is going to ruin that. I want this.” I pushed my hips up, so my hard-on pressed into her pussy. “You can feel how much I want this. But I want more than just sex, and that’s why we have to go slow.”

“I do, too.” The hurt started to dissolve when a grin spread over her lips. “More than anything.”

I lifted her off my lap and set her feet on the floor, standing in front of her with my arms on her shoulders. “If you stay here tonight, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

“I kinda figured.” She was hiding her smirk by chewing her lip again.

I sucked it into my mouth and ran my tongue across it to heal it. “Stop chewing,” I said when I finally pulled away. “That’s my lip, and I’m the only one that’s allowed to bite it.”

She laughed, and it was the sound I’d been waiting to hear. A sound that caused my hands to wrap around her face and pull it toward mine. I knew I shouldn’t be kissing her again. It was too dangerous to keep tasting her. But I had to. I hadn’t gotten enough. I would never get enough of her, not when I’d waited this long to have her.

This was just a tease.

Hours with my mouth on her wouldn’t even give me the satisfaction I was craving. I needed days, months, with her. I needed to know that every part of her was mine. And I needed to feel that over and over. And ravishing her mouth was making that need intensify.

“You have to go.”

I licked the wetness off my lips and got another taste of her.

The want rushing through me made me want to fucking growl.

“I’m never going to sleep tonight,” she said so softly.

“Neither will I.” My thumb traced that curve around her mouth again. “But it’s not safe for you to be here a second longer.”

She tried to touch my chest, but I clenched both of her hands between mine.

“I’ll walk you out.”

I stopped by my closet before I took her downstairs, grabbing a plastic sleeve of powdered doughnuts. I always kept