Page 45 of Run to Me

I thought her cheeks were pink before, but they’ve just gone from a pretty pale pink to bright red. A red I wouldn’t mind seeing on her ass after I’ve just spanked the fuck out of her.

Jesus, fuck. I need to stop.

Her mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes.

I casually stroll towards her, plucking the book from her hands and plopping down on the couch beside her. My eyes scan the page and I have to do a double take to make sure it’s not my lust-filled brain changing the words.

Holy fucking fuck.

I keep my expression casual, not wanting to show my shock at the porn written on the pages. So this is what my girl likes, huh? That is fucking fine by me.

Realizing she still hasn’t said a word, I look up to see her gaping at me, an equal measure of lust and embarrassment covering her features.

“Want me to read to you, angel?” I ask, my tone teasing.

She glares at me. “Go for it,” she snarks and fuck, if her showing a little attitude doesn’t turn me on more.

My cock agrees too, since it’s hard as fucking steel and leaking in my boxers.

I clear my throat before I start reading at the beginning of the page.

“I pull back from the kiss and gaze down at Mila beneath me, her wild brown hair covering the pillow, eyes blown out with lust and lips swollen. Fuck, I’d need to get my cock between those pretty lips of hers.”I pause my reading to reach down and adjust myself in my jeans before I break the fucking zipper. This shit is killing me, and I’m glad I’m not the only one affected. I spy Robyn squirming where she sits from the corner of my eye, subtly rubbing her thighs together to ease the ache.

My girl is fucking loving this.

“I bring my mouth to her neck and tug her skin between my teeth, making her cry out. “You like that, my little slut? You’re just dying for my cock, aren’t you baby?” She whimpers in response and…Jesus, angel. This is fucking hot.” I groan and turn my head towards her.

I can see her pebbled nipples through her shirt and for fuck’s sake… why’s she gotta walk around without a bra on? This girl, she’ll be the fucking death of me, I’m sure of it. She shifts her body again, and I realize that she’s got her legs tucked up under her, and the movement will be grinding her heel against her clit.

Fuck, this just keeps getting harder to hold onto my control.

“You okay there?” I smirk and she sends me a glare that only makes my cock weep more.

Goddamn, this girl.

She’s light. She’s pure. She’s the embodiment of innocence and all I want to do is dirty her up, darken her edges and strip that innocence away until she’s down on her knees, begging me to fill her up so full of my cum that she’ll be feeling me drip from her for fucking days.

“Are you gonna keep reading, or are you just gonna keep staring at me?” Her words pull me from my thoughts, and I focus back on the present.

“Sure, I’ll keep reading. Feel free to ease the ache while I do, I won’t judge you, angel.” Her mouth drops open while her eyes darken, and I silently plead with her to do it, I may be living with fucking blue balls, but at least I’ll be given the gift of seeing her fall apart for me to replay on a loop in my mind.

I keep reading the scene, while also trying to watch Robyn out of the corner of my eye. She’s wearing loose sleep shorts and a tank top; she’s fucking beautiful. Her deep brown hair falls around her shoulders, soft waves framing her breasts. It looks good but it’d look even better wrapped around my fist.

I catch a glimpse of her hand sliding down her stomach and into the front of her shorts and it takes everything in me to keep reading, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“I take my time kissing every inch of her until I finally find myself between her thighs…”At this point she lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but pause and turn to her, just in time to see her hand moving in a circular movement under her shorts.

Fuuuckk. She’s actually doing it. She’s getting herself off right here on the sofa.

It’s official, this is how I die.

I stare, slack jawed at the goddess next to me. Her skin is flushed, and her eyes are hooded. Once she realizes I’ve stopped reading, her head snaps up and her gaze collides with mine.

Our eyes remain locked, heat brimming between us, so much heat I can barely fucking stand it. The urge to do something is so fucking strong, to just fucking grab her and maul her right here, but I can’t. Not until she gives me the green light.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp. “I’ll fucking die if you stop.”

She regards me for a moment, her eyes trailing from my face, across my shoulders and down, down, down until she reaches theverynoticeable bulge in my jeans. Her eyes widen and she bites her lip and fuck, it’s so goddamn erotic that I can’t help but let out a deep groan at the sight.