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Mile High: Special Edition (Windy City #1)(195)

Author:Liz Tomforde

Her hands roam her body, feeling every bit that I’m desperate to touch. Her fingers trail her stomach, inching south, as I follow their path in a trance. Her other hand cups her tit, playing with it, rolling her nipple, but I’m too focused on the one moving down towards her clit.

Her middle finger grazes it, pulling a soft whimper from my girl’s throat.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe out, mesmerized.

She rubs against herself, her body rocking on her fingers.

“Fuck, Vee. Does that feel good?”

“Mm-hmm.” She bites down on her lip, eyes watching me. “So good.”

“Look at you. Fucking unreal, Stevie girl.”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life as my hips begin involuntarily rocking, begging for the friction she’s denying me.

Fully clothed, I sit on my couch as the girl I’m in love with straddles me, touching herself for only me to see. Other than this being absolute torture, I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky that this is my life.

She rubs slow leisurely circles through her wet folds, her pussy hovering inches over me. Her eyes get all innocent and soft. “Tell me what you want to see.”

Good God.

My head falls back as I scrub a hand across my jaw in disbelief before taking a deep breath and focusing on her once again. “Slip a finger inside. Let me see you make yourself feel good.”

She removes her hand from her clit and instead holds her glistening fingers in front of my mouth, asking for more lubrication. I take them between my lips, sucking off her arousal, twirling my tongue around them, and coating her fingers with me instead.

Stevie pulls them from me, rubbing them against herself once more before her middle finger disappears.

She falls forward with a moan, keeping herself up with one arm on the back of the couch, her tits right in front of my face, begging for me to take them in my mouth.

This little show is going to kill me.

Sitting up on her knees, she continues to fuck her hand. Her curly hair has fallen in front of her face. I need to push it out of the way to see her, but I also really want my reward for following her rules.

Her movements are mesmerizing, one glistening finger moving in and out at a torturous pace.

“Add another finger for me, Vee.”

She drops her head back, exposing her face. Her freckled cheeks are flushed, her pretty eyes hooded, but her lips lift in a mischievous smile as another finger disappears inside of her.

“Such a good girl,” I breathe. “So good at listening.”

She slowly pumps her fingers.

“Move them faster for me.”

She picks up the pace, her fingers bringing her to the edge as her palm pushes against her clit. “It feels so good,” she whimpers.

She’s fucking perfection.

I need to touch her or myself, something to ease the ache of my dick being overly confined. I want to join her, and this is pure torture. If I hadn’t already learned my lesson, her fucking herself and not letting me join in would make it sink in.

My hands clench into fists, trying to restrain myself, needing her to give in soon.

She writhes against her own touch, her body quivering, having a hard time holding itself up.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. Make yourself come, baby.”

She continues her movements, rolling on her fingers, soft little moans and cries flowing freely from her lips.

“Let me see you come, Vee.”

“Zee?”

I have to swallow, trying to control myself from hearing her call my name while she looks like this. I lick my lips, watching her in a daze. “Mm-hmm?”

“Will you help me finish?”

Fucking hell. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My hands are around her with no time wasted, squeezing her ass. I stand, picking her up before turning around and tossing her back on the couch. Falling to my knees, I spread her legs wide, throwing them over my shoulders before my warm tongue is flat against her core.

“Oh my God,” she cries, head falling back.

I didn’t know I earned a new nickname, but she can call me that anytime she wants.

I tease her swollen nerves, flicking my tongue at a torturous pace, but unlike her, I’m going to let her come because, selfishly, it’s one of my favorite things to watch.

Looking up, I keep my eyes on her rapidly rising chest, her contracting stomach, her flushed and freckled cheeks. I continue to lick, suck, and kiss, finally having a taste of the girl I’ve been missing for far too long.

I slyly undo my belt and zipper while my tongue continues to work her up. Grabbing my cock out, I give it a few needed tugs. The relief is almost too much, just having it out of its restriction, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting myself come before I’m buried deep inside of her.