The Isle Of Sin And Shadows - Keri Lake Page 0,134
stomach. Legs straddling a pillow, she grinds herself into it, grunting and moaning. My shirt sits hiked up to her hips, her cherry printed panties clinging tight to her ass, circling and taunting me, as she humps the pillow.
Cherries. Are you fucking kidding me?
A tremble vibrates beneath my skin, a thrum of excitement pulsing through my blood, urging me to touch her right now.
Is she awake? Asleep?
“Céleste,” I say quietly.
Only an unintelligible mumble answers back, followed by, “Thierry.” Perhaps another sleep-talking episode, like the night I found her wandering the woods.
I want to touch her so badly, my fingertips burn.
Our brief escapade earlier, when I had her laid out and tied up against that tree branch, was enough to make me throw in the towel on this little dick-numbing exercise in self-control. But this? This is too much.
Mesmerized by cherries, I reach down and run my fingers over the cheek of her ass.
She arches her back, like a kitten begging for more, and grunts again as she grinds back down into the pillow.
Licking my lips, I push her panties aside, exposing where her pretty pink chatte practically begs to be filled. The shine of her arousal sends a rush of blood straight to my dick, and I grip myself to choke back the urge to shove it deep inside that inviting little opening.
Running my finger up and down her slit spreads the juices and coats my skin. I pause just enough to suck the taste of her. Sweet as a ripened peach. When I touch her again, she stills against the pillow, letting out a breathy exhale on the cusp of another moan. Dipping my finger inside of her brings her tight walls clamping over it, and I watch her hands curl into the sheets, as I move in and out of her, finger-fucking her in a slow and lazy pace.
“Do you want more, chère?”
She turns her head to the side, and her bottom lip slides beneath her teeth as she nods.
“How badly?”
Instead of answering, she backs herself into my finger, and my stomach tightens at the sight of her getting herself off. The way my skin shimmers after each plunge.
Muscles steeled, I have to curl my other hand into a tight fist, to keep from gnawing my fingers while watching her.
I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside her.
As she goes to town on my palm, I unclasp my belt, slide it one-handedly through the loops, and toss it aside. Next, I unbutton my slacks and spring my aching dick free. As I line my tip to her entrance, she pushes up on all fours, and with hooded eyes, looks over her shoulder at me.
Awake.
“You’ve been awake this whole time.”
“What’s wrong? Are you mad that you couldn’t take advantage of me?”
Frustration getting the best of me, I stuff my dick back inside my pants and head for the door, fists burning with the urge to punch something. I want to punish her for whatever the hell this is she does to my body. How easily she stirs the predator in me, that deep relentless craving that claws and claws, refusing to be ignored. This lack of control is foreign to me. Maddening.
Back in my office, I fall into the leather chair at my desk, tongue skimming the edge of my teeth, as I adjust the painful hard-on through my pants.
I need release. So badly, my balls feel like they’re going to explode. The urge to feed my cock between those supple, eager lips of hers is quickly tamped by the weight of the guilt I’d feel afterward. Knowing I’ll still hand her over, if it means the chance to walk away from the cartel. I’ve waited too long for an opportunity like this. Like her.
She’s a temptation and nothing more. A walking bite of disaster that I seem to crave with a single-minded appetite. But I won’t screw this up. Not for some erotic little vixen who’d probably ruin me the moment I buried my cock inside her.
Still, I prefer to fuck something a little softer than my calloused palms. As I reach down into my briefs, a lithe figure standing in the doorway catches my eye, and my whole body damn near seizes up at the sight of her. Trying to resist this girl is like convincing myself I don’t need to breathe. She’s perfect in ways I shouldn’t give a shit about.