Page 88 of Tormented
TWENTY-SIX
Sawyer
Abbey dripping wet, fingers buried in her slick pussy, and on the verge of orgasm is one hell of a sight when you’re not expecting it. I’m not sure what I thought I’d find, but it was more likely her showering in her underwear for privacy than masturbating.
And clearly enjoying it . . . .
Shut your eyes, asshole. This is mine to watch, not yours.
“You started without me?”
She jolts, almost slipping on the wet shower floor. I fucking meant it when I said five minutes, but after an urgent message from Tuck at the Devil’s Breed, it became closer to ten.
“Ohmygod,” she rambles on a moan.
Those damn fingers are still doing my work.
Her eyes are hooded, watching my every move as I step out of my boxers. Her knees press tight, and I know if I don’t get in there now she’s going to finish without me.
“Jesus, Abbey-girl,”—she groans as I say her name—“I hadn’t planned on it bein’ this soon.”
Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as I open the glass door and step inside with her.
“Stop touchin’ yourself.” I place both hands either side of her head and lean in close.
I can smell her . . . .
Yeah, me too. But I told you to fuck off. This is mine. All mine.
Abbey’s hands drop away, her little fingers twitching with the need to get herself off. Not on my watch.
“Now what?” she whispers, short of breath.
Fuck talking. I’m all for showing, not telling. Her feet slip wide on the wet tiles as I shunt her legs apart with my knee. Her chest heaves, those pert as fuck nipples begging for attention. Her gaze locks with mine and she issues what looks to be a challenge.
All in, baby.
I twist at the waist, leaning down to pull her left nipple between my lips. By the groans she makes, and the fingers tight in my hair, she likes it. So do I. Her back arches, pressing her breast harder against my mouth, as I circle the tight bud caught between my teeth with the tip of my tongue. I’ve thought about doing this from the minute she plumped these babies up yesterday, but fuck it all if having her in my mouth isn’t ten times better.
“Pretty boy,” she says, breathless.
Not so shy about being touched now.
I pull back, searching her eyes for any hints of regret, for any hesitation or doubt. Nothing. “You ready for me?”
“I’ve been ready for a long time.”
“Tell me how long.” I reach between her legs and run the tip of my index finger along the seam of her pussy. “I want to know how long this sweet little cunt has been dreamin’ about my cock.”
“Too long.”
I dip my finger inside, and pull away when she thrusts forward for more. “How long, Abbey-girl?”
“Years.” Her brow pinches, as though it’s hard to admit.
“Jesus.” Makes something else hard for me, that’s for sure.
“I never knew what the feelings I got whenever you walked in the room were.” Her eyes drift closed as she drops her head back against the wall. “But now it makes sense.”