Free Naughty Little Gift -- A Temptation Court Novella (Temptation Court, Book 1) by Angel Payne Page B

confused stare. “Wh-what?”
    “Your panties,” I clarify. “So help me God, if we were in this airplane alone, I’d be hiking up your skirt to look for myself, but for now, you’ll have to let my imagination do the work.” I let my gaze grow heavy hoods while running fingers along the inner seams, never delighting in teasing a woman more. She’s slick with perspiration and arousal. She smells like tropical flowers and honey.
    The crown of my cock is wet now too.
    “Color,” I manage to command again. “Tell me the fucking color, Mishella.”
    She gulps again. “Wh-white.”
    I hiss, exposing my bliss. Knew it.
    “ Ohhhh .” It’s the only option of a response I give her, working my fingers inward, against her bare flesh. “By the Creator . That is…that is so…”
    I watch it all take over her face—the wonder, the awe, the heat, the passion—in a transfixed state of my own. Though my cock throbs, damn near screaming for emancipation, it isn’t as important as the horizon to which I’m guiding her . “Yeah. It is, isn’t it?”
    “Cassian.” She sighs. “Oh…my…”
    “My gorgeous girl.” I swipe my thumb in, testing the taut bundle at her very center. She jolts then mewls, fisting my sweater. “You’re a virgin to this too, aren’t you? Nobody has ever touched you like this before…right here?”
    “Oh!” Her head snaps back. “Oh, by all the powers!”
    “Tell me, favori . Has anyone—any man—ever stroked you here? Made you this wet and hot?”
    “N-no,” she finally blurts. “Nobody, Cassian. Only you have touched me like this.”
    I kiss her softly, conveying my approval. “Now tell me…the naughty way. Tell me how you like my fingers in your pussy. How your wet, succulent clit likes my strokes. How you want me to play with the edges of your tight, virginal tunnel…like this.”
    “Yes!” It is more rasp than exclamation, though I’m still grateful Doyle has the bedroom door closed. But another part of me mourns the fact, wishing the ass could hear every note of her gasping arousal…wondering if he’d glare at me now for the crazy contract commitment. “I—I like your fingers there. Want you…stroking me…touching my clit…”
    “And playing with your entrance?”
    “And—and playing with my entrance.”
    “With my cock getting harder, as I think of fucking you there? Ella ?” I charge it when her lips go still. She’s back to remembering the white panties instead of the gorgeous vixen beneath them. But finally she pulls in a harsh breath, squeezes her eyes shut, and forces the obedient words out.
    “Yes,” she blurts. “Yes—all right—I like it when you think a-about f-fucking me.” She breaks in on herself with a moan that has to be the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard. Curls my sweater tighter in her grip, using the hold as leverage for her whole body, shoving herself against my fingers. It’s completely unnecessary. Her fever has infected me too. I flick her erect pearl as fast as I can, snarling in satisfaction when her eyes reopen and her mouth drops in arousal.
    “Oh, I’m thinking of fucking you, Ella. Be sure of it.” I thrust up my hips until the swells of her ass embrace the head of my cock, and we groan together from the torturous friction. My boxers are soaked, a cruel reminder of how badly I want to be pumping like a heathen inside her tight core. “Hard and hot and deep. You’d be feeling me in your eye sockets. Screaming for me. Pleading to let you c—”
    She lurches her head up to deliver the kiss—or maybe yanks mine down, as if it matters—joining our mouths as our bodies crave, an unthinking collision of fire and fervor and flesh as she writhes toward a climax that has me breathing just as hard…needing just as much.
    “Let me come, Cassian. Oh, by the sweet fucking Creator, make me come now!”

SIX
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    Mishella
    T his is not me.
    It cannot be.
    These are not my words. Not my lips, rambling with these filthy, wanton