Page 140 of Lost & Found

“This is so wrong,” I whimpered as he groaned.

“The fuck it is. This,” he hissed as he guided my body carefully over him, “is hot as hell. I want you to use me like your personal fucking playground.”

His voice was strained, and the knowledge that he was on board, not angry, had my body reacting. I ached for more. And by the sounds leaving his mouth, he did, too. It was a cross between guttural groans and whimpers. Each one sent my body into overdrive.

His hand on the back of my head gripped harder, and the one on my hip matched it. When he nudged at my pussy, I widened my legs more, giving him better access. He slipped a fraction deeper. He tensed and murmured harshly against my head.

“Easy, printessa. You’re driving me mad,” he panted, his hands pulling the strands of my hair.

Was I? A little more couldn’t hurt, right? He tried to move my hips up, but my mind was two steps ahead of me, and when I felt that familiar nudge, I pushed. He sank further, causing me to yelp.

That fucking hurt.

The pressure on my hip eased, and his grip softened. One thumb traced slow circles on my skin. His hand went from ‘absolutely not moving’ to ‘your call’. It was just enough to make the point.

Oh. Great. Consent and consideration. How inconvenient for me. I could slide off. Pretend this hadn’t gone too far. We both held ourselves still, lust rolling between us, waiting for something to break.

He moved first. Shifting, he slowly withdrew his cock. I cried out, feeling empty almost immediately. A rough heave tore from his chest as he fought to steady his breathing.

With a soft kiss to my head, he said, “Rub your clit against me. That’s safer. Take your time. I know you were close earlier. I want you to come for me.”

When I didn’t move, he slapped my ass. The sound of the crack echoed in my ears. Partially stunned and partially turned on, I moaned. Embarrassingly loud. My body ground into his hard cock.

“Does my princess like my hand on her ass?”

“I don’t know. Could you do it again?” I asked, thankful that the darkness covered my shame.

He once more brought his hand down on my other ass cheek, pushing me into him.

“Fuck, Lev,” I moaned. “Yeah, I might like that. Again?”

The sound this time was louder as he brought his hand down. The sting was everything. Sharp and welcome. Colors exploded behind my eyelids. The timing was perfect. His cock once more slipped back to my entrance and the pressure forced my body down on him.

My pussy lips swallowed his tip again as if they—like my other ones—were made just for him. He panted my name over and over. Once more his hand flew to my hips. With a bruising amount of pressure, he dug them into my flesh as he tried to hold back.

“Isabella, it’s taking everything in me not to ram inside your tight little cunt and fuck you hard.”

I shivered at his words. That sounded wonderful. “But we can’t, remember,” I groaned.

The sweetest whimper tore from her mouth when I dropped my hands from her hips and my cock slipped out. Breath by breath, I tried to steady myself. Each inhale was heavier than the last. I had to gain control.

She had somehow unleashed a passion within me that was both erotic and chaotic all at the same time. I’d never experienced anything like this. Her tight nipples dragged across my chest with every move she made. I wanted to rip the top down and let them spill out so I could lick each of her dusky nipples.

What on earth possessed her to jump me like this?

I needed to figure it out and ensure we had a repeat. I pushed her up and her eyes were glazed with arousal.

“Lev, I don’t want to stop, but we should, right?”

Her question should have been enough to remind me how crazy this was. But she was moving again, rubbing herself up and down my shaft, coating me. Fuck, she was so wet.

“Kiss me,” I huffed instead.

Obedient as I knew she would be, she leaned down and put her lips against mine. My hand slipped between us. She gasped, and I swallowed the sound. I dragged two knuckles over her clit in a light caress, applying more pressure as she whimpered.

Breaking the kiss, I said, “You’ve got me in a place I’ve never been before. I want all the way inside you, something fierce. I’m not a master at control. I’m still learning how to wield it.”

“I need you to not master it. Please,” she begged.