Page 24 of Destined Dawn

“Fuck,” I mutter looking up at her perched on top of me in only her bra and her pants. “Going to take that off for me too, little Piglet?”

“You have to stop calling me that.”

“Not a chance.”

“Then, no, I won’t,” she says, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout.

I take a tight hold of her waist and flip her over onto her back, caging my body over hers.

“Then I’ll just have to do it myself.” I smirk at her and then I take the lacy material of the bra cup between my teeth, about to tug it down. Then I stop, spitting the thing out.

“Where the hell did you get underwear like this?” The bra is made from a combination of silk and lace. Real silk and real lace. Expensive and damn sexy.

“Azlan.”

“Remind me to thank him,” I mutter, before I take the material back between my teeth and yank it down, exposing her stiff pink nipple. “Hello there,” I say, making her giggle, “nice to meet you.” I pinch the nipple between my teeth making her squeak and her back arch so that she pushes her tit up into my mouth.

I moan, licking my tongue around the velvety skin and then sucking on it. This time she squirms beneath me, grinding her core against my hardening cock.

I yank away the other cup of her bra, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her left nipple as I continue to kiss the right, and she scrabbles at my shirt.

“This needs to come off,” she says. I peer up at her and she grins at me. Then her magic sparks in the air and myshirt is gone, her hands gliding down my chest and taking a hold of my belt buckle.

She’s needy and she wants this. But it was too fast before. I want this to last.

“Slow down, Piglet,” I tell her.

She makes a little whimper in her throat that tells me she doesn’t like that idea.

I push up onto my hands and peer down at her.

“Wh-wh-what are you doing?” she says, attempting to hook her hands around my neck and drag me back down towards her.

“Taking my fucking time with you.” I peer into her eyes and then I let my gaze meander over her face, down her throat, lingering at her breasts and down her flat belly. A flush sweeps across her body, trailing after my gaze.

“So fucking beautiful.”

She squirms again. This girl can’t take a compliment. And I have a feeling I’m partly to blame for that.

“You don’t believe me?”

“Oh, I believe you. I’d just really like you to stop looking and start … you know.”

I lift an eyebrow. “No, I don’t. You want me to start …?” She frowns at me. And I wrestle my face into a deadly serious expression. “What do you want me to do, Piglet?”

She raises up onto her elbows. “I want you to stop calling me that.”

I nod slowly. “I’ll give that some thought.” I go to move off the bed.

“Wait!” she cries, and makes a grab for me, her elbows flying from under her, so she lands flat on her back, with me on top of her, pinning her down with my weight.

“Was there something else?”

“Are you going to make me beg? Is that what this is? Isuppose the great Tristan Kennedy is used to having girls beg him to fuck them?”

“Ahhh so that’s what you want, huh?” I say, nipping at her earlobe. “You want me to fuck you.” I grind my hips into her and she moans. “You don’t have to beg. You just have to ask.”

I lift my head so my face is hovering directly above hers, so I can see all the golden shades of her eyes.