Stepbrother's Debt(38)
“I can’t do it, baby. The Family, it’s part of us, and I would never spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder,” he said.
“You do that now with your father. You’re always looking over your shoulder. It never ends.”
He shook his head. “No, it does end. I’m not always looking over my shoulder. Paige, it’s different from running. I’m only looking over my shoulder at our enemies. We run, we’re looking because of our enemies, and The Family.”
Any hope she had fled. If they were to run, they’d be running from more than one enemy, and that she couldn’t handle.
“I guess we’re all staying then.”
“It’s not always going to be like this, I promise.”
“You’re making a lot of promises lately, Donnie. Be careful.”
“I’ve told you I wouldn’t put you at risk.”
“I’m not thinking about myself. I’m thinking about you.” She smiled at him. “At least I don’t have to worry about Anthony breathing down my neck, or Mom forcing me out to lunch.”
“There are going to be times when you’re going to be left alone. I’ll leave a guard for you outside our door in case you want to go out.”
“You’re very protective.”
“I like to take care of what’s mine.”
He cupped the back of her neck, pulling her close. His lips moved over hers, and her arousal awakened once again. Biting her lip, she stared at him, wondering if it was even normal to be this turned on.
“How do you make me feel this way?” she asked.
“I could ask you the exact same thing. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I’m hard as rock. Roll over.”
She rolled over and tried to ignore her shyness and resist the urge to cover herself.
“Have you ever touched yourself before?” he asked.
Heat bloomed in her cheeks, and she shook her head. “No.”
He chuckled. “I can take care of that.” He took her hand within his so their fingers were aligned. “Open your thighs.”
Sliding her legs open, she stared into his gaze, surprised that he no longer appeared cold, but warm. She wondered if Donnie’s enemies were ever shocked by his gaze, the darkness of his eyes as he stared back at them. He moved closer, placing one arm underneath her neck, and with their hands together, he guided her fingers between her thighs.
“It’s your body, Paige. You control what you want, what you need.” He pressed their middle fingers inside her. “First, we need to get out fingers nice and wet.”
“Are you playing teacher now?” she asked.
“You bet I am.”
She giggled, moaning as they moved up, stroking over her clit. “This isn’t fair.”
“There are going to be times when I come home, I’m going to want to watch you play with yourself. I need you to be ready and willing to do that.”
Paige groaned, closing her eyes.
“No, look at me. You don’t get to close your eyes when I’m in session.”
She pouted, hating how cruel he was being. Keeping her gaze on his, she bit her lip when their fingers stroked over her clit.
“I’m going to let you go now, and you’re going to show me what you like.”
He released her hand. At first Paige stayed still, not feeling comfortable touching herself.
“I’m going to be touching my cock.”
She glanced down to find Donnie stroking his shaft. The sight mesmerized her. His cock was already rock hard once again with the tip leaking fluid. He rubbed his palm over the shaft before moving it down his cock, stroking himself harder.
Paige used one finger to start off with, touching her clit then going down to tease her entrance. She found what she liked, exploring her own flesh. Paige didn’t like it too rough, nor did she like it too light. She loved something in between that turned her on, drawing her closer to arousal.
“That’s it, baby. You don’t know how beautiful you look with your legs open, showing me that pretty little pussy.”
He sucked the nipple that was closer to him, and his strokes increased. Getting lost into the moment, Paige finally closed her eyes, crying out at the intense pleasure that consumed her from the touch of her own fingers.
Their heavy breathing and the sound of wet flesh echoed around the room.
“Donnie, I’m close,” she said, moaning.
“Come for me, Paige. Let it all go and show me how much you love it.”
Biting her lip, she stroked over her clit, going over the edge into complete bliss. Her fingers weren’t as good as Donnie’s tongue, but they would have to do when he wasn’t around to satisfy her.