Page 57 of Worship

“Three. Four,” I count loudly.

“What happens at ten?” she asks, backing up, looking wild and equally as primal.

I smile at her, casting out my words to see if she bites.

“I take what I want, baby.”

Her breath hitches and she drags her hands up her thigh, pulling fabric up just enough to tease.

“Will you be rough with me?”

She bites her lip nervously as she braces against the wall, taking off one heel, then the other. Her eyes say everything she isn’t. She wants to be manhandled. And I want to fulfill that wish.

“Do you want me to be rough with you, Angel? You need to answer me with words.”

I’m almost blinded by the need I have to get to her as she walks backward, tickling her legs and brushing the tiny excuse for a dress up high enough on her hip to expose the thin lace panties.

“Yes.” Her voice has a sexy gravel to it. “But what if I change my mind?”

“Just say no. No always means no. Even now.”

She nods, picking up the speed of her steps, and I stretch my arms out touching both sides of the hallway, tapping my fingers against the surface. “Ten!” my voice booms.

“Ready or not, baby.”

I growl as I break toward her, briefly registering the look of surprise on her face before she turns and runs down the hall, screaming my name and laughing as I begin to chase her.

Gretchen bursts through my bedroom door with me almost within reaching distance. She runs to the opposite side of the bed, and I throw my hand out, just missing her.

But she finds herself stuck between the wall and the bed. Her head shifts around, looking for an escape. I’ve cornered her.

“Gotcha.”

She grins and her eyes dart to the bed, and she leaps, scrambling across. I grab her by the ankle and yank her back, gripping her other leg and flipping her on her stomach.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I pull her to the end so she’s bent over my bed and lay a crack on her ass. “Behave.”

Her gasp is a mixture of shock and arousal. Her hands grip the comforter.

Gretchen looks down the bed at me.

“More.”Perfection.

I reach my hand between her legs, and she spreads them for me instantly. My fingers skim her entrance. I can feel her warm wetness through her panties. I yank them aside harshly, wanting to feel more, and push my finger inside of her. She hisses out a breath as I plunge in another, causing her body to buck forward from the force.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, to watch your body writhe and beg for my cock. Come on, Angel, let me hear it. Beg me for your pleasure.”

“Make me.” She moans.

This glorious woman will break me in two.

I pull my fingers from her body and grab her shoulder, hauling her over so she’s on her back with her feet on the floor.

“Sit up.”

She presses her hands to the mattress and sits up slowly, keeping her legs open wide. I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste her excitement, her eyes fixated on me. “Open.” Gretchen’s eyes widen, but her lips part. “Wider, baby.”

She opens a bit more, and I put the same finger in her mouth, and she bites down. I draw in a breath, wincing slightly, but she releases my finger from her teeth and wraps her tongue around it.