Thought processes stop when she strokes my cock. The hold is still so fucking tight I want to scream in pleasure. She strokes from the root all the way to the tip, and I stare at her face the entire time. She watches every second of it, alive with need and pleasure. Just that look on her face, with her hand on my cock, would be enough to make me come. I feel my balls harden with pressure and I feel the heat move down my spine. I know as sure as my next breath that this is the one woman who could completely unman me. But that's not the way this is going down. Not by a long shot.
CHAPTER 28
KAYLA
My head is spinning. How I got here, I don't know. I just know that now I don't want it to end. I slide my hand along White's cock. The skin so hot to my touch, I think it's burning me, only the burn is deep inside, marking me in ways you can't see. Slowly, I stroke him, watching each movement. I watch as each swollen vein disappears beneath my hand only to vibrate against it. It's beautiful, really. The male body, I mean. It's completely beautiful and designed flawlessly, but White's body is like nothing I have ever seen before. Anyone else pales in comparison, or at least it does for me. I love him. I always have, but the truth is, I love him more every minute I spend with him.
I'm so involved with stroking him that I lose myself in it, which is my undoing, because all at once I find myself with my hands once again pinned above my head. I cry out in protest, already missing the feel of him and the way he heated my hand. I drag my eyes to him and the blue color in his eyes stop my breath.
"You're a bad girl, Kayla. I told you to keep your hands here."
You're a bad girl, Kayla. Cue the ovaries standing up at attention and starting to hit boiling point. Has anyone ever called me bad? Hell, no. Then again, I've never wanted to be bad for anyone. In honesty, I don't think I've ever truly wanted anyone. It's always been White.
I push against his hold, halfheartedly attempting to get free, wanting to touch him again. I stop quickly though when White pushes his body against mine. Hot, soft, flesh, beautifully naked, and pressing against each other. I've never felt beautiful or particularly erotic. Right now, I feel like a goddess. I thrust my body into him, or at least try. His hold and the way he has me restrained against the wall makes it pretty much impossible.
"I need to touch you," I whisper. It's just a whisper, a breathless whisper, because I'm busy watching as his large hand descends against my body, his fingers stretching out so that they cover the entire valley between my breasts with the tips stroking against the plump curve of them. His hand is darker than my skin, his skin calloused against my smooth flesh. The differences are night and day and yet completely right.
"That can't happen because the minute you touch me, this is going to be over," he groans. The side of his face is brushing against mine, his words deep and resonating, sending electric shocks up my spine. "You don't get to touch me, honey. Not until I show you exactly who is in charge of your body."
I should be annoyed, but instead, I have the strangest urge to beg him to show me. To keep from begging, I bite my lip and watch as the palm of his hand slides further down my stomach. For a second, I want to worry about the excess fat I have—apologize for not being tone and fit. Then, his hand's moving even lower, cupping against my heated center and squeezing, and any thought of not being good enough passes. I'm so wet. I can feel the evidence of my desire leaking against his hand. I squirm, needing more of the pressure he's giving me—just wishing he’d squeeze my pussy in a little different position. He doesn't let me move his hand, though. His hold only tightens, causing a sting of pain to vibrate through me at every angle.
"You'll get what I want to give you," he warns me, and then he twists his hand on my pussy, tightening it so my clit pops out front and center. I can feel cool air from the room tease it. More evidence of his effect on me pools and then slides down my inner thighs. I'm almost embarrassed, especially when I hear his groaning exclamation, "You're so fucking soaked for me, Kayla. I bet you'll take my cock in one long… slow… thrust. All the way in.” His voice is a quiet rumble, his breath hot against my ear and neck—so hot, I think it burns me.
"White," I whisper. It's one word, but it's full of need. Maybe White hears it because his fingers push, raking against the soaked valley of my pussy, and then he’s inside. I feel him stretching my opening and my head slams back against the wall. Finally. I thought I was going to go insane before he gave me what I wanted. His fingers thrust in, then pull apart deep inside of me. He pushes the pads of his fingers against my walls. My body shudders in reaction as I try to give him what we both want.