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Her eyes flared as she exhaled an excited whimper.
“Bladeeee,” she moaned.
I didn’t correct her for using my name. I was too busy drinking in the desperation lining her face and ringing in my ears.
I’d definitely tripped a trigger…a good one this time.
Sweet, little Emma, the rich, pampered princess posing as my sister, gets turned on by dirty words. Oh, this is gonna be fun.
“I don’t like repeating myself, girl,” I growled, landing a light slap to her sodden cunt.
My cock jerked.
The feel of her coarse wet curls was as electrifying as the sound of her sharp gasp.
The only thing I liked better than sinking balls deep inside a lush, juicy pussy was spanking it. I didn’t have many kinks, but landing an attention-grabbing spank against a woman’s hot, wet, swollen folds flipped all my switches.
“Show me. Now!” I growled.
Emma mewled and parted her engorged folds…opening herself up for me, like a beautiful orchid. She wasn’t wet, she was gushing. Her slick nectar was spilling onto the comforter like a river, leaving a dark, erotic puddle beneath her.
Shoving down the ache to coat my fingers in her slick cream and lick them clean, I locked my gaze on her clit. Her swollen nub, fully exposed from its protective hood—like a ripe pomegranate seed—sent a trail of pre-come dripping off my crest and down my fingers.
Raking my tongue along my teeth with a low, hungry growl, my mouth watered.
I couldn’t wait to draw her plump, ready-to-burst berry between my lips while filling and stretching her narrow, wet slit with my fingers.
“Play with my flowing little cunt, girl. Show me how you make yourself feel good. Show me how your make yourself come,” I whispered hoarsely, lifting a finger from her folds before guiding it back and forth over her pebbled clit.
Emma jerked, and gasped, and held me with a lust-soaked stare as I continued scraping a fingertip over her sensitive nub. The heat from her simmering core enveloped my hand and crawled up my wrist.
“I want to fucking fist you so bad,” I growled.
“F-fist me?” she whimpered.
“You don’t know what fisting is, do you?” I asked, fingers tingling. Emma shook her head. “It’s exactly what it sounds like, little one. I start by working a finger inside you, then another, and another…thinning and stretching your tight little cunt.”
When Emma shuddered and slowly rocked her hips, I knew my words had come alive in her mind. Knew she was fantasizing about my big hand invading her hot, wet pussy. I could practically feel her slick, silky walls softening and expanding around my fingers.
Cock screaming and dripping like a fucking sieve, I gripped my shaft harder and swallowed the ball of lust lodged in my throat, then continued.
“When I finally squeeze my last finger inside you, I’ll tuck my thumb against my palm, and slowly press in and out of your flowing, wet cunt, inching deeper and deeper…filling and stretching you, while I fuck you with my long, thick fingers. You’ll come, and keep coming…gushing all over my hand as I work my wide knuckles into your clutching core.”
A full body tremor quaked through her. My balls tightened, and my heart raced.
“But I don’t stop, little one. Oh, no, I keep shoving my hand inside you…all the way to my wrist. Then ball my hand into a fist and fuck you mindless as you come, screaming my name.”
“Oh, god,” she whimpered, trembling and softly panting.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes, what?” I growled.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Keep going,” I instructed, grudgingly lifting my hand away to keep from living out the fantasy I’d just painted with my words.
