Free Tease Me by Emily Goodwin Page A

been
there, chica .” I
moved my face inches above hers and parted my lips. She squirmed
underneath me, causing my semi to become fully erect. She froze,
feeling the hardness press against her.
    Then she started squirming again.
    Oh. What a dirty girl. She was enjoying this.
Her pert nipples stuck out through the fabric. I used my knee to
part her legs. Unable to help myself, I pushed myself in, reaching
down. She shivered when I ran my hand up her thigh.
    I slowed when my fingers pushed under the hem
of the nightgown. My cock pressed against my jeans, the tip
dripping. Ellie reached for me again, hand closing around my
throat.
    I closed my eyes and walked my fingers up her
soft flesh until I felt the short stubble of hair that outlined her
lips. Fuck, yes. She wasn’t wearing panties. I could feel the
warmth she gave off. She wanted this too.
    Then my phone rang.
    I ignored it at first, inching my fingers
toward Ellie’s slit. She closed her eyes and wiggled beneath me,
acting like she wanted to get away. But she had parted her legs and
relaxed against the mattress. She whimpered slightly, tightening
her hold on my neck. I moved my fingers up, gently running over her
clit. She was so hot. She moaned, melting against my touch.
    My phone rang again. It was my business line,
and two calls in a row was never a good sign. Fuck. I suddenly let
go of Ellie and turned away to answer it.
    Then she pushed me away. “Don’t touch me,
asshole,” she hissed.
    “ You need to watch your
mouth,” I told her, temper rising. “The only reason you’re not
laying face down in a ditch, flesh decaying with each passing day,
is because of me.”
    She crossed her arms again.
“Oh, thank you for not killing me. That makes you so respectable,” she retorted and
stepped back, tripping over the rug and falling. Her head smacked
against the dresser. Angry, I didn’t care. I just stood there,
watching.
    But when she pulled her hand away and her
fingers were wet with blood, my stomach twisted and I rushed
over.
    “ Are you all right?” I
couldn’t help myself. The words slipped through me. I put my phone
back in my pocket and reached for her.
    Motherfucker.
    She rocked back, sitting on her ass. The
nightgown was twisted around her waist, exposing her cunt. I bit
the inside of my cheek and knelt down.
    Gently, I took her chin in my hand and tipped
her head up. She had a small gash along her hairline. Bright blood
dripped down. She looked at the blood on her hand, still surprised
at what happened.
    “ For the record,” I said and
stood, “I didn’t do that.” I strode into the bathroom and grabbed a
washcloth. I turned on the faucet, waiting a few seconds for the
water to warm up before I wet the rag. I went back over to her,
kneeling down again. Gently, I pressed the washcloth to her head.
She winced from the pain.
    “ Thanks,” she said, reaching
up. Her fingers slid over the back of my hand. A shiver made its
way through me. I had to fight the urge to physically tremble. She
held onto the rag, and I moved my hand away.
    I stood, mind whirling. “Don’t get blood on
the floor,” I added and took one last look, resisting the urge to
rush to her, scoop her up, and gently place her on the bed,
blotting on her wound. Then I’d fuck the shit out of her. I could
see down her gown. Her nipples were still hard. When she
straightened up, her legs parted, flashing her sweet pussy, teasing
me.
    My boner was back, my dick aching to push
inside her hole. I wanted to taste her, to feel her, all of her,
inside and out. I wanted to take her hand and force it to cup my
balls and shove her head into my lap, pushing my cock into her wet
mouth.
    She closed her eyes and leaned against the
wall. I blinked and left the room. I strode past the guard and
moved quickly down the hall. I held the image of Ellie’s pussy in
my mind.
    Fuck. I wanted to come. Hard. So bad. I
wanted her to rub her perfect tits over my dick until I came all
over her chest. I