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She blinked back at him. “What?”
He was all she’d thought about when she masturbated.
“Did. You. Think. About. Me,” he enunciated the words. “While you masturbated.”
Sheer, overwhelming disbelief.
Her mouth dropped open a second before she felt heat rush from her neck to her hairline.
Fucker.
Who the hell else had she ever thought of when she did that? It was always Jack. She probably wouldn’t even know how to fantasize about anyone else. Especially after tonight…
“You’re crazy,” she declared. “Get the hell out of my house.”
“How do you do it?” His voice low, it took a minute for the words to register.
She swallowed tightly, refusing to answer him. She didn’t dare even try to form words yet.
“God, Poppy. Did you take your sweet cherry with a vibrator?” he whispered at her ear, not touching her, but so close now she could feel the heat of his body stroking over hers.
“If I had a gun, I swear I’d shoot you,” she whispered, completely mortified.
“You’re wondering what the hell I needed the vibrator for? Well, it wasn’t like you seemed interested in me, Jack,” she informed him furiously. “You were too busy ignoring me.”
She couldn’t breathe.
God help her.
She felt his hand cup her hip, then move slowly upward, beneath her top, to a swollen breast, a pebble-hard nipple.
She stood there, unable to voice the words that would make him stop.
She felt her pussy pulse, her womb contract, and as she stood there, felt a wave of weakening sensation wash through her body.
“Oh baby, you did use a vibrator to lose your virginity.” His teeth raked over her neck. “Since you denied me that little sweet, why not let me watch while you show me how you did it?”
“What?” The little squeak was so pathetic, but she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
“Let me watch, Poppy.” His lips delivered a burning kiss to her neck as her head tilted to the side like a sacrifice to his lust and she shuddered at the sensations attacking her. “What kind of vibrator do you have? I bet you’re a really smart girl when it comes to your body. A nice, round little toy with a clitoral stimulator? I bet all you have to do is hold it in place and let it do the work for you.”
She felt drunk. Drugged.
What was he doing to her?
As he played with her nipple, she felt his other hand move to the band of her pants.
“Jack. Please… I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, held in place by the rush of pleasure washing over her in gathering waves and the need to know the pleasure she sensed awaiting her.
She’d promised herself she wasn’t going to allow this to happen. That she would not let him make her weak.
His hand slid lower.
“Oh my, baby shaves. Or do you wax?” He rubbed his fingers against the soft flesh, slid them lower, rubbed the suddenly swollen lips and inner folds. “You wax, don’t you, sweetheart? You lie back, spread those pretty legs, and let someone wax you? Lie back on your bed, spread them for me, and let me fuck you with your toy.”
A cry tore from her as she felt her moisture spill, saturating his fingers as he rubbed against the sensitive opening.
“Goddamn, Poppy,” he groaned. “That’s it, baby. Get slick and wet for me. Get wild, sugar girl.”
