The Devil She Knows
I don't know what to make of him wanting to keep my panties, but I stop thinking all over again when he parts my legs wider and just stares at my pussy.
"Pretty here, too." He licks his bottom lip. When his eyes climb back to meet mine, he lifts the hem of my camisole top and tugs it. "Take this off, and the bra."
"Wh—"
"Do it. It's not like I haven't seen what you look like."
"Then why do you need to see me again?" That must be my brain's last attempt at preserving my sanity because I don't know where those words come from.
Of course, the bodice-ripping pirate responds by ripping my beautiful top from my body as if it's a sheet of paper. Another wicked smile spreads across his lips, reveali