Page 48 of On the Line


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“Okay?” she parrots, her eyebrows slightly raised. I grab her calves and tug hard, making her slide onto her back. “What are you doing?” she shrieks with laughter.

I give her a look that I hope conveys all the dirty things I want to do to her and simply say, “Redeeming my benefits.” I pause, my hands smoothing up her legs and thighs. “Yes?” I coax.

“Yes,” she answers coyly, biting her index finger between her teeth.

I quirk a dark smile, tugging on the hem of the t-shirt she slept in. “Take my shirt off.”

Her movements stutter but she regroups fast, pulling it over her head. She keeps it in her hands for half a second, as if still trying to cover herself with it but then finally drops it on the floor. Her expression turns serious, and I don’t let myself overthink it. I remind myself that I’m the kind of person who easily chases the instant gratification sex can usually offer.

Especially with someone as delicious as James.

My hungry gaze travels over her chest and down her body.

I let my fingers trail over the top of her panties, barely a touch.

“I’ve been dying to see that perfect pussy of yours since I first had a taste.”

I hear her breath hitch, and I lick my lips, swallowing hard.

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she whispers, and I know she’s talking about the Snickers dare.

My eyes flick to her face. “Did you like it?” I let a fingerdip just half an inch under her panties, my cock hardening against my boxers. “Doing something that felt wrong … dirty … for me.”

Her chest begins to rise faster. “Yes,” she whispers. “I did.”

I bring my finger back out and circle her clit over the soft cotton fabric.

“You like being bad for me, baby?”

She nods slowly, her legs falling even wider open, eyes focused on me. I press a finger over her pussy, pushing her panties into her entrance. I circle the wet spot it made and give her a mocking grin, followed by a few tsks. “Bad girl, already so wet just from the thought.”

“Ozzy,” she whines. It’s greedy and full of need and it only makes me want to fuck her that much harder.

“Take that shit off,” I say, pointing to her bra with my chin while I forcefully tug her panties down her legs. “I want you naked and covered with my cum by the end of this.”

“Yes, chef,” she says while unclasping her bra. A pleasurable shiver wracks my body at her calling me that and I groan out loud.

Her teasing smile tells me I’m pushing all the right buttons and she’s as eager as I am to jump into the deep end.

Her tits bounce down ever so slightly when she takes off her bra, nipples peaked, and the perfect shade of pink. This time she lets the bra fall with a pinch of her fingers and a lot of arrogance.

I want to eat her alive.

I match her arrogance, pushing my boxers off and slowly palm my dick. I watch her eyes widen and can’t help but flash her a cocky grin.

“What’s wrong, princess?” I lick the palm of my hand before continuing to idly stroke my cock. The question is rhetorical. I’m used to this expression by now.

“I just don’t …” She licks her lips, her eyes fixed on my cock. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

I chuckle darkly before answering. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll be begging for every inch of me by the time I’m done with you. Now, turn around, and get on your hands and knees. Let me see that dripping cunt.”

It takes her a second before my demand registers, her gaze slowly making its way up to my face. I don’t know what she sees in my expression but the way she comes back to life and scrambles into position almost makes me want to laugh. Except, when I finally see her splayed wide for me, humor is the furthest thing on my mind.

I hum my approval and squeeze her ass, gripping her cheeks open and licking her from cunt to asshole. My eyes damn near roll into the back of my skull.

I’m fucking starving.

And the goading moan that falls out of her lips is damn near breathtaking. Her pussy is so pretty and pink, all I want is to eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

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