Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 599 – He Wants To Co Deep. (Beatrice)
“What do you mean?” He asked, a gulp running down his throat as he waited for my response.
“Are you trying to be clueless or what? I said I can give you a lot more,” I teased and in return, he rolled his eyes.
“I’m sure you won’t do that,” Akin responded dryly, lowering his head. Oh, he irked me. I wasn’t going to rest until I’d turned his cheeks red.
“Why? You don’t believe me, or are you afraid I might do something to make you lose control?” I used a seductive tone, deepening my voice with a hint of raspiness as I strolled closer to him.
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He avoided direct eye contact and closed his eyes. “Hahaha!” That dry laugh to change the subject was cute. “Rest a little, and once I feel better, I’ll get us out of here.”
No matter how serious he tried to sound, I wasn’t backing down. I waited for him to open his eyes, but it was as if he knew I was standing close by, so he forcefully shut his eyes.
“What’s that?” I asked, and he shot his eyes open, watching me point at his pants.
“What?” he frowned.
“Your belt, it’s Gucci!” I teased, kneeling down with one eye on him. I watched his body tense up. He even looked around in confusion, probably wondering what I was up to.
“Oh, wow!” I placed my hand on the belt and ran it until the very end of the other side, and throughout the time, I heard him gulp and stare at me with narrowed eyes.
I so wanted to look at him directly and catch him looking lost.
“Yeah, it is,” he tried to move his body away, but I knew he was hurt, so I only gave a little jerk to his body to signal me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did I make you feel something in your pants by accident?” As my smirk grew, his eyes widened.
“Okay, I see what you’re trying to do. But I do believe you need to work hard on your seducing skills. You lack…” He paused and gasped when I sat on his stomach out of the blue. I don’t know where I got the courage from, but he looked so yummy that I couldn’t hold back. I felt like this cringy teen who wanted her crush’s attention so bad that she was ready to go as far as to seduce him until he melts.
“What are you doing?” he asked in a shocked tone.
“Why? I thought I needed work. But just a little closeness and you’re gulping?” I chuckled, rolling my eyes but staying on top of him. My booty t*ouched his firm abs, and my cheeks felt the itch. I couldn’t believe I blushed myself.
“Get off!” he uttered with his eyes turned to the side.
“Not until you surrender,” I warned, and his eyes turned to me again.
“Come on, say it. Say ‘Beatrice can make you horny if she wants,”‘ I insisted and watched him narrow his eyes at me.
“Is that your life’s mission?” he commented before pressing his l*ips t*ightly. I should have known he was planning something when his gaze turned intense, but I was so into winning that I ignored it.
He suddenly held my arms and tossed me over, rolling over my body and pinning me under him on the ground. I thought he couldn’t move. What a liar!
“Hey!” I complained loudly.
What happened? I thought we were playing a game of seduction,” he whispered, his minty breath brushing against my face as his eyes locked onto mine up close.
“I was- you lost!” I managed to say.
“Did I? How did you declare that?” he tilted his head, his hands firmly gripping my wrists to keep me from getting up.
Being under him made me feel so vulnerable. All my confidence vanished.
“Because- you know men get excited when they’re turned on,” I stuttered, feeling shy and censoring my words around him.
“Oh! But you never checked, did you?” he teased, his smirk growing naughtier as he saw my eyes widen in realization.
“How about we find out who’s feeling excited right now, huh?” he suggested, grabbing my hand and guiding it between our bodies to rest on his pants.
At first, I was shocked, but then I felt the hard rock in his pants and cheered.
“You won!”
It dawned on me after my little celebration what it meant. He had his head tilted and his eyes watching me with a smile on his l*ips.
“Did you? But I’m sure you’re wet too,” he whispered, the smile fading and seriousness taking over his face.
“Uh!” I instantly shut my l*ips, embarrassed by some weird noises instead of coherent sentences.
“I’m not,” I managed to utter, hoping he wouldn’t just pull away, and he didn’t.
“Do you mind if I check?” he inquired, brushing his l*ips against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
“Eh?” he asked again when I remained silent. After a few more seconds of silence, I shook my head and turned it to the other side before he smirked at me for being so desperate.
He placed his hand on my stomach over the fabric before sliding it down and under my shorts.
I closed my eyes t*ightly and tried to calm my racing breaths. His hand was cold and firm. He reached my v*agina and then ran his two f*ingers between my p*ussy l*ips, causing my body to jump and arch.
“Ah! You’re a little wet,” he commented, nuzzling his head into my neck.
“And I’m sure you won’t mind me wetting you some more,” he spread my l*egs with his one hand and adjusted his body between my l*egs. I shot my eyes open and stared him in the eye.
“I don’t believe in teasing and leaving, Beatrice. Once I start, I go all the way-deep inside,” he said, maintaining eye contact.
I understood what he meant.
And for some reason, I didn’t object.