Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

I widen my eyes but can’t stop laughing. “You want to kill me?”

“Only in the good way.” She purses her lips. “Please?”

Fuck, I want to teach her so many things. I could stay up all night long demonstrating my favorite positions, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Show me.” I slide down in the chair, jostling her in my lap.

Confusion furrows her brow. “How?”

I glance down at the bulge in my jeans. “Show me that you want to please me.” I keep my voice low but firm.

She swallows hard, like this is becoming too real for her. Her lips part as if she’s going to ask another question but then she attacks my belt buckle.

A little grunt of frustration pushes past her lips. “Help me.”

Chuckling, I undo the belt and the fly of my jeans, then tuck my hands behind my head.

“Much better.” Her eyes sparkle with excitement—she really does want to learn and I’m more than happy to teach. Without hesitating, she tugs my briefs down, freeing my erection.

She blinks and stares. “Wow.”

One corner of my mouth curls. “That’s always nice to hear.”

An anxious expression ripples over her face. Tentatively, she wraps one hand around me. Christ, her soft, warm little fingers feel so good. I hiss a harsh breath of pleasure. She flicks her gaze to my face, worry in her eyes.

“You feel good on me,” I whisper. “Keep touching. Use both hands.”

“I need both hands,” she mutters, gripping me firmly.

I’m caught between laughing and groaning with pleasure. Fuck, she’s fun.

The tip of her tongue traces her top lip as she concentrates on exploring my length. I circle my fingers around one wrist and pry her off me. “Wet your hand.”

She catches my eye and slowly licks from her palm to her fingertips, then resumes her soft exploration.

“Fuuuck.” I grab her other hand and bring it to her waistband. “Touch yourself. Get your hand wet for me.”

Her eyes widen at first, but she quickly dips her fingers under her sweatpants. Her breath catches as she touches herself.

“Like this?” She pulls her hand out, showing me her glistening fingers.

“Just like that.”

She wraps her hand around me again. Thank fuck I’m sitting in the chair. My legs twitch and my eyes roll back as she wraps both wet fists around me.

“Keep going,” I encourage.

She glides her hands down to the base, tightening her grip, then back to the crown.

“That’s good.”

My hips jerk as she runs her thumb through the pre-cum gathering at the tip, swirling it in a tight circle. I suck in a shaky breath.

“Is that okay?” she asks.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Sensitive there.”

A bit of her tentativeness fades. She slides her hands over me again and again, growing more confident with each stroke.