I shifted her lace panties to the side, feeling the sudden wetness envelope my fingers as I slowly stroked her slit.
“So wet for me,tesoro? I thought you hated me.”
“S-shut up,” she stuttered.
Her whimpers increased in volume with each stroke.
I removed my hand and got up.
“On the table, Nina,” I ordered. “Lift the dress up.”
She reluctantly looked at me, then did as she was told.
“I want you to touch yourself for me,” I demanded sternly, giving her a deceptively innocent smile.
“Ro-”
“Let me see you fuck yourself, Nina and the—”
“Then what?” She asked impatiently.
“I’ll make you come on my tongue.”
She sucked in a breath and, slow but surely, lifted the dress and massaged her pussy, careful not to touch her clit.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” I groaned, feeling the painfully hard erection growing.
“Fuck,” she moaned and then bit on her lip. “Ronan,” she breathed, and fuck, she’s right, I never want to hear another woman call my name ever again.
“Yes, baby?”
Her rubbing sped up as she looked at me, her eyes rolling.
“Why don’t you slip a finger inside, and show me how tight you are?” I suggested after a while.
Without hesitation, she slipped her middle finger in, gingerly penetrating herself, producing a wet thudding sound, which did not go unnoticed.
I could come in my pants from watching and hearing her alone.
“You’re so wet, aren’t you?” I lauded her.
She nodded.
“Who does this pussy get wet for?”
“You,” she whispered.
“Talk louder, baby, who?”
“You,” she said, her voice clearer.
“Can you take two?” I asked caringly, again looking into her eyes, and this time, stroking her cheek.
She nodded again and pushed her index and middle fingers upinside her as I watched her swiftly moving them in and out.
“You’re such a good girl,” I commended. “Such a pretty pussy.”
“Pl—” she started, but didn’t get a chance to finish it when I placed my index finger on her lips.
