Page 68 of Take The Risk

​“I’m clear.” She took a tentative step toward me. Her hands hung at her sides, and I saw her fingers press together. They weren’t rubbing together the way they usually did. It was still enough to tell me she was nervous. “Alex explained,” she offered when I started to dig my heels in. I wanted her more than my next breath. I just couldn’t touch her without her knowing the full truth because I wanted more than just her body. She came to a stop just in front of me. I clenched my hands into fists to keep from grabbing her. Her soft hands landed on my shoulders, and she stood up on her toes. “I want you, even if it’s just for one night.”

​One night? Fuck tha—

​She kissed me, and any thought of arguing with her evaporated at the feel of her mouth against mine. It was the first time she’d made any kind of move, and it’d caught me off guard even as it unleashed the savage inside me that needed to claim her.

​She trembled from standing on her toes, and my arms closed around her, pulling her tightly against me, so she wouldn’t lose balance. She fit me perfectly. Her soft breasts pressed against my ribs, and I felt the sweet little buds of her nipples through the silk of her top.

​There will be time to talk tomorrow, I promised myself, taking over the kiss. Call me a pig-male all you want. There was only so much I could take, and when the woman I hungered for day in and day out told me she wanted me…? I wasn’t going to deny either one of us.

​Her tongue slipped into my mouth, the sweet sensuality of her kiss a sharp contrast to the almost feral way I wanted to take her.

​Sliding my hands down her sides, I gripped her thighs. Lifting her, I growled when she wrapped her legs around my waist, her sweet pussy nestled against my cock. Walking her to the living room, I sat down on the couch, positioning her on top of me. Her skirt rode up and I could see she was soaked.

​I wanted to rip those cock-tease white satin panties from her. I wanted to fill her full of my cock until all she could think about was me. Instead, I pulled her back in for a kiss, my hand going to the top of her silk blouse. Later, I promised myself, later I’d take her in all the ways I needed, I craved. This first time, I needed her to feel comfortable.

​Moving the straps of her silk blouse aside, I revealed her sweet tits. Cupping one breast in my hand, I marveled at how well she fit my palm. Her breasts were full and firm, big enough to fill my large hand. My other hand slid around, sampling the softness of her rounded little butt, giving her a squeeze.

​Phoebe moaned and my cock throbbed.

​Gently, I took her nipple and pinched the tender peak the way I had on her back deck. She shivered, her back arching into my touch. That’s my girl. I gave her just enough pain to heighten her pleasure.

​Phoebe wasn’t content to stay still. Her hand roamed my chest, her fingers digging into my pec when she cried out as I pulled and twisted her other nipple. I could feel the heat of her and couldn’t resist. Pulling her panties out of the way, I slid a finger between her plump folds. I found her entrance and pushed against it but never fully entered her.

​I’d always enjoyed sex, even foreplay…to a point. It was always a means to an end for me.

​With Phoebe, I savored each jerk of her hips as she humped my lap, each gasp. Throwing her head back, she rolled her hips trying to get my finger into her eager pussy. The harder she tried, the more I pulled my finger away from her.

​“Ty!” she mewed, frustration etched in every line of her face.

​I knew she wanted it, but I needed more from her. “You want it bad, don’t you?” I growled in her ear, my finger toying with her clit. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

​Just because she was on top physically didn’t mean I wasn’t still going to be the one in charge.

​“Bad.” She didn’t hesitate. “I need you so badly.”

​My heart thudded, temporarily overriding the ache in my balls. I heard what she didn’t say.

​“Tell me what you want,” I ordered, my hands going to the side of her panties. The material gave way easily, revealing the sweetest-looking pussy I’d ever seen. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her from the source this time. Licking my fingers last time had only been the start of my addiction. “Tell me what you want.” I slid a finger between her lips, which immediately glistened from her wet heat.

​She hesitated for a second and I thought I’d pushed her too hard. Suddenly, she was begging, “Put your finger in me. Feel how tight my pussy is.” Sex kitten Phoebe had come out to play. This was the real Phoebe, the one that came out in her books whether she realized it or not.

​I’d ordered her books the day I’d found out who she was, and I realized there was so much more to her. The words she wrote were poetic even as they were dirty. They spoke of a hunger that ran soul deep. A need to be free.

​I didn’t need to be told twice. I slid two fingers inside her, pulling her down so I could take her nipple in my mouth.

​Phoebe cried out, her body tensing at the onslaught of pleasure. I sucked the sweet bud of her nipple while I pumped my fingers inside of her.

​I slowly slid my fingers in and out. She thrust back against my fingers, riding my hand, her green eyes glazed over.

​My cock screamed, not liking being confined.

​I felt her clench around my fingers, the tiny ripples of her inner muscles telling me she was close. It took a level of strength I didn’t know I had to pull them from her.

​“Ty!” She whimpered, her hips following my retreating fingers. Her fist dropped onto my shoulder in frustration, her eyes accusatory.

​“Uh-uh. The first time you come, it’s going to be on my cock.” I needed that. I needed to feel her clench around me, sucking me dry. I needed to know that I had her, marked her as mine.

​“Then fuck me!” she snapped, fire spitting from her eyes.