To tell me that I can’t get on my knees and fuck her with my tongue. She’s been so damn adamant that we’re not going to cross this line again. And really, she’s right that we shouldn’t. There are enough good reasons to make this a bad idea, but I don’t want to think about her with my brother, or the secrets we’ve kept. Then she moans, her knees shake, and she sinks onto my fingers as though she can’t get enough of how they feel moving inside her pussy. And I’m lost. I’m right back where I was at seventeen, thinking this girl is the fulfilment of every one of my fantasies. So I slip my fingers out of her and work her silky panties down her legs. Red. She wore them for me. Under that sexy dress she picked for her date with another man, she still dressed for me, wanted me to be the one who undressed her at the end of the night. I wonder if she realizes I’m onto her. That I know how much she wants me when she’s swearing a blue streak that she doesn’t.
What do You think about Cocky F@#ker (Tangled Desires #3)?
