Forty
Hale
And that small taste had been enough to break any resolve left not to fuck her.
I wasn’t sure just how I was going to manage it with my damn shoulder, but I was.
That tight pussy was going to take all of me, and until it did, I wasn’t going to be satisfied.
My cock was so damn hard that it was leaking pre-cum.
I was fifty years old; that shit shouldn’t happen.
But seemed Snow White had her own kinda magic, and it was between her thighs.
The sight of her lying there with flushed cheeks and her dark hair spilling over my sheets was something I wanted to burn into my brain.
She was her own brand of goddess. Her thick black lashes fluttered open slowly, and I refrained from grinning.
I was looking forward to her reaction to this now that she was down from her orgasm high.
She turned her head, and blue eyes met mine.
Neither of us spoke while I watched the different reactions play out on her face.
She was processing it, and I let her do so.
She might as well accept this and prepare because I wanted more.
Maybe not right this minute. I needed pain meds, but after that.
A soft sigh passed her lips. “What, uh…we, um…”
She licked her bottom lip and looked so damn helpless, trying to think of what to say. I couldn’t keep from grinning.
“Yeah, Snow,” I replied.
She shifted, pulling her leg off me, and this time, I let her.
“Uh, why did you do that?” she asked, moving to a sitting position.
“Because I wanted to taste your pussy and see you get off,” I replied.
My blunt response made her cheeks go from pink to bright red. “Oh.”
Damn, she could switch between sex goddess to adorable so quick. I wasn’t sure a week was going to be long enough. It might take me two to get my fill and work her out of my system. I’d deal with Linc later. For now, I was focused on easing my little Snow White into what I had planned.
“It felt good. You enjoyed it,” I told her. “Don’t think so hard about it, darlin’.”
She took a deep breath, then nodded. “Right. Okay.”
“If you keep sitting there, all adorably awkward and flustered, I’m gonna have my hand between your legs again,” I warned her. “Why don’t you go get us some coffee going, and I’ll meet you down there in a few minutes?”
The spark of interest in her eyes wasn’t something I missed. Seemed I might have unlocked a little sex kitten. I fucking hoped so because there were a lot of things I was going to do to her and she needed to be on board.