Raging Heart On_ Friends to Lovers Romance(75)
CHAPTER 52
WHITE
I turn Kayla around so she’s facing the bed. I give her a second to catch her breath. It’s ragged and echoes in the room, even louder than my own. I watch as her fingers bite into the mattress on the hospital bed. Her fingers clench as she tries to get herself under control. I’m not about to let her get control of any kind. My hands lock on her hips and I pull to maneuver her right where I want her. I slowly glide my hand from her hip to the middle of her back. I love the way she stretches against my touch, inviting me to continue. I don’t. Instead I push down on her back, forcing her to bend over, getting her head closer to the mattress, while at the same time pushing her ass higher in the air—exactly where I want it.
Using the hold of my other hand, which is still braced at her hip, I pull her into me, letting her feel the way my cock is begging for her, grinding against her ass so hard that there’s a possibility I could come just from this. I won’t, but she’s tempting me just the same. I gather her dress, pulling it up so it exposes her ass.
“Please tell me you’re not wearing another pair of those panties. I warned you against that,” I growl, just half-joking. My plan is that eventually she stops wearing underwear altogether.
“I’m at a hospital! Of course I’m going to wear panties!” she hisses. I’m using my finger to move along the edge of her panties, feeling her thighs tremble.
“I told you I didn’t want to see this shit on you anymore,” I remind her, wondering what she will do.
“These aren’t the same,” she defends, trying to push into me when I wrap my finger against the lace at her leg. “They’re boy-cut! Some men find them sexy.”
I know Kayla isn’t trying to upset me, but just the mention of other men seeing her underwear causes anger to coil in the pit of my stomach. I tighten my hold on the thin lace and it pulls taut, and then I hear a ripping noise as the material gives. I toss the remnants on the floor once I can tear it from her body. I know I’m not being gentle. I even know that it’s made marks on her in places and probably hurts. I also do not give a damn. I’m an asshole, I know it, but I’m also pissed off. The thought of another man seeing what is mine makes me want to punch walls.
“It doesn’t matter what the fuck some men like. They won’t get the chance to see you again. We got that clear. Right, Kayla?”
“I was just saying…”
“It’s clear, right? No one sees this pussy,” I tell her, letting my fingers slide between her legs, and then I reach under and push against her lips. They part magically, letting one finger push in, her sweet cream surrounding me at once. “No one touches this pussy but me.”
“What? I—”
“Say it, Kayla.”
“Of course they don’t, White. That’s not what I…” Her sentence trails off and ends with a loud gasp as my hand cracks down hard on her ass. I can feel the cheeks of her ass vibrate from the hit. Heat moves through her, flushing her skin a bright pink. My dick jerks in reaction.
“No one touches this ass, but me.” I hear a whimper. She pushes against me. What I don’t hear is her agreement, so I bring my hand down again, and bastard that I am, it’s even harder this time. “No one touches this ass but me, Kayla,” I tell her, harsher this time.
“No one,” she whimpers, her ass bucking against my hand. I rub the red skin, admiring the print of my hand on the pale white flesh, carefully rubbing against the walls of her pussy without entering.
“I think you like being spanked, Buttercup. You were wet before, but you’re drenched now. Listen to the noises this sweet pussy makes when I slide my fingers through it. You don’t want them to leave, do you, baby? Do you want me to get you off right here?”
“Yes, please, White,” she moans. The need in her voice makes me feel so powerful that I thrust two fingers inside of her in reward. Her muscles cling to my fingers and she tries to suck them in deeper. She rides my fingers so tightly, I think she might break them. I thrust them in and out a few times, giving her only a small taste of what I really want to give her. She does her best to rise up, but I don’t let her get away with it. Instead, I push harder on her back, making sure her body stays low and angled perfectly for me.
Regretfully, I take my fingers away. Kayla cries in protest, doing her best to rear back. She looks at me over my shoulder and I grin at the mixed look of anger and need on her face. I bring my fingers to my lips and let her watch as I lick her cream from them. Her eyes go large.