Page 29 of The Betrayal
But fuck it.
I’m over it today already, I don’t need to be worrying about her at the moment. Good oral game, pretty face, but not sure if I want to pursue anything more.
Running through the front door, taking the steps two at a time because I needed to find her. I found her easily, but hadn’t prepared myself for what I did see though.
Wearing nothing but little white panties, pulled fully to the side exposing her, her fingers circling her clit and a vibrator edging her. Her face is turned up, head rolled back and she is too lost to even notice she has an audience.
That heavenly moan passes her lips and my body reacts in a way it never has before. Craving her. Wanting her.
Leaning against the door frame, my arms are crossed over my chest, my dick hard.
Finally, her head rolls forward, satisfaction painted over her pretty face and after a moment or two of her enjoying her post orgasm bliss, her eyes open and land on mine.
Possessiveness wraps around me like a tailor-made suit. Eyes darken to almost black as I look at her through my lashes. Heart thrashing in my chest, high on adrenaline.
“Arizona…” I rasp and fuck her name sounds a little too good dripping off my tongue. Her doe eyes all wide and wanting, glistening with lust. Her pouty, pink lips parted and wanting to be kissed. “What have you done?”
“I… I…” she stammers, her eyes falling from mine to look at the used toy on the bed. Her trembling fingers skim across to try and cover herself but there is no fucking chance I am missing out.
I am in front of her in three steps. Closing the gap.
Her head tips back, her wondering eyes bouncing between mine as I wrap my hand round her wrist and pull her hand away.
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying every fucking second of this before I realize what the fuck I am doing…”
I sink to my knees, hands on her hips as I pinch her skin and that’s when I notice a deep purple pinch mark on the curve of her hip; I growl. My eyes scan up her body to the marks on her neck.
Anger burns my blood, my hands push inside her thighs as I part them further and bury my tongue inside her pussy, not giving her a chance to try and stop me. Wouldn’t let her anyway.
“Keaton… we shouldn’t… Oh, fuck, yes… shit,” she whimpers into the room, and I smirk.
Sucking her clit, my tongue rubs softly, head moving side to side as I enjoy every fucking second of this.
Looking up at her through my lashes, her lips are parted, cheeks all fucking rosy in a soft pink, just like the cherry blossom trees that line the sidewalks.
Teasing a finger at her opening, her hips roll, silently begging for me to fill her.
“Beg me,” I groan, lifting my lips from her for just a moment and seeing how my lips are still connected to her pussy, a string of her arousal tying us together.
“I don’t beg,” she whispers, her eyes watching with intent.
“You don’t come then Blossom.” Where the fuck did that come from? Not mad about it though. “It’s that simple.” My lips brush softly on the inside of her leg, soft, wet kisses coating her warm skin.
“Don’t,” her voice trembles as I glide my fingers up and down her pussy, avoiding her swollen clit.
“Don’t what?” playfulness laces my voice.
Her cheeks flame a deeper pink.
“Tease me,” she pants, squirming in her spot.
“Then tell me what you want me to do, there is no point being shy baby. My mouth is inches from your pretty pussy. We’re way past shyness.” I kiss her clit gently, my fingers caressing her delicate skin.
Not going to lie, I am so close to giving in. Her pussy is my drug. Highly addictive. Craving it constantly.
“Keaton…” she whispers, my warm breath dancing over her sensitive clit.