Page 67 of Stolen Temptation

All of her.

Just lying there, naked, her long, gorgeous legs spread wide and waiting… And that irresistible innocence on her face… Fuck, I want to stuff my cock inside her so badly.

“Tell me you want more.” She’s got me so hot for her, I sound mad when I speak. I drive my finger in and out of her at a steady pace, picking up the clip while she moans.

She nods again.

“I want to hear you say it.” I slide my finger deeper inside her.

This time, Kiara opens those hypnotic lips and words stumble out. “I want more.” Her voice is a gasp. “Give me more—ah!”

“There’s a good girl.” My index finger joins the first one. “Use your words.”

Two must be the magic number because Kiara’s head hits the mattress, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling as her eyelids droop.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Dark possession floods my system, overtaking my logic. “Tonight, you’remine.”

The knowledge that nothing and no one has ever done this to Kiara unleashes some kind of insanity in me. Protectiveness, greed, and lust ball up inside me, gathering momentum as I thrust my fingers deeper into her slick heat.

Her moans and murmurs of pleasure get so loud, she slaps a hand over her mouth to keep them in. The other hand claws at the duvet beneath her writhing body. I pull her thigh back a little wider and lean over her so I can see every shift in her expression.

Kiara shoots me a dirty look. I grin back.

I can’t seem to get enough.

I could watch this shit for hours. Kiara going crazy over just two of my fingers… I wish I were filming. Can’t take my eyes offher pretty face, so damp with sweat that her dark hair sticks to her cheeks. I thrust my fingers in and out of her tight pussy and use my thumb to stroke her clit until the muscles in my forearm start to strain and Kiara appears dizzy enough to pass out.

She hasn’t come yet, but she will.

I pull my fingers out of her, and she shakes a little, her breathing still rough.

She watches me, hazy-eyed, as I put my fingers in my mouth and taste her as no man ever has before. Spice, salt, and earth greet my tongue. Deep satisfaction spreads through me.

My eyes drift back to her pussy, swollen with need of her own.

God, she’s so wet for me. My cock aches to get in there.

Patience,the darkest, dirtiest part of me insists.

There are so many things I want to do to this girl, and they can’t all happen tonight. I’ll have to pace myself…

The notion of that excites mewaymore than it should.

After I’ve finished licking my fingers, I return my gaze to hers.

“You ready to come for me, beautiful girl?”

Kiara startles, blinking at me like an owl. A smile spreads across my face as I reach for her. I maneuver both of us until I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor, and Kiara’s bent over me with her ass in my lap.

“Rory…” She casts an uncertain glance over her shoulder. “This position is a little…” Her eyes flick away from mine. I can hear what she must be thinking, but I’m not doing a good job controlling my impulses.

My left hand attaches to her ass and starts to rub. When I dip into her crease, it does something to both of us. She bites her lower lip, a sight hot enough to be illegal.

With my other hand, I curl my fingers inside her, using my palm to provide the friction she needs to her clit. “Let’s revisit the subject after you’ve got your first orgasm under your belt.”

Kiara buries her face in the duvet, moaning into the quilting as I finger her from behind, ramming my fingers in and out.

Somehow, she’s even wetter than before.