🌼 Hidden Beauty 🌼

"Nelly." His voice cracked-a warning and a desperate plea-as I straddled him.

I knew exactly what came over me. Lust. Days of touching myself under his roof, wishing my fingers were his hands, his cock. Days of being denied. But not anymore.

"Please kiss me," I breathed.

His hands bit into my waist. He swallowed hard, and my cunt wept for him.
"You don't know what you want, pumpkin." That Texas drawl, too smooth, too edged.

I grind down on him, my slick pussy sliding over the thick ridge of his cock through his trousers. He groaned, tortured, and I felt him throb beneath me.

"I want you, Leo." I breathed it against his lips. "All of you."

"Nelly, baby..." He cried my name like he was breaking.

Then his hands shot up. Grabbed my wrists.

"Stop!"

He lifted me off him, set me aside like I was shameful. He stood up.

"Why don't you want me?" My voice cracked.

He turned, eyes tortured. "I do want-"

"Don't lie to me. It's clear you don't." I stood, ready to flee, to salvage what little pride I had left.

But he pinned me to the wall before I could open the door.

His hand wrapped around my throat-not squeezing, not threatening, just there. A silent command. A brand. His body pressed flush against mine, and I could feel every inch of him, every ragged breath he fought to control.

This," he growled, low and wrecked, his hand firm on my throat, "is exactly why I'm trying to walk away."

I hated him. Hated how he denied the spark that burned between us.

"You feel that?" I pressed my hips into him, letting him feel my heat. "You feel how wet I am for you? And you still want to walk away?"

His jaw tightened. His fingers twitched against my throat.

"Don't," he warned, voice breaking.

"Don't what?" I breathed. "Don't make you admit you want me just as much as I want you?"

He closed his eyes, fighting it. Fighting us.