Page 243 of The Wright Man

"You like that?"

She moaned, soft and high, and nodded frantically.

"Say it."

"I—I like it. I love it. Fuck..."

I smirked, turned the setting up a notch. Dragged it down between her thighs, letting it buzz over the thin fabric of her thong.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours," she moaned. Broken. Breathless.

"Good girl." I kissed her hipbone. "Now let's see how many times we can make my pussy rain."

I pulled her thong aside. Still didn't go inside. Just circled her clit with the toy, slow, tight spirals. She started grinding into it, already close.

But I wasn't done.

I kissed her everywhere else. The inside of her knee. Her hip. Her stomach. All while holding the vibrator in place. She was twitching. Sobbing already.

"Look at you," I muttered. "So ready to come for me. So eager to give me that nut."

I pressed the toy harder. She gasped. Arching.

"That's it, Angel," I growled in her ear. "Let me hear it."

She got right to the edge... and I pulled the toy away.

She screamed. "Oh my god, why'd you stop?"

"Not ready to let you come yet."

"You said—"

"I changed my mind."

Her whole body shook. She cursed me under her breath. I laughed darkly and brought my hand to her throat. Squeezed with just enough pressure to make her go still.

"Didn't you just say this is my pussy?"

She nodded, breath catching.

"Say it."

"Yes. It's yours."

"Then she doesn't come until I say so."

I edged her again. Got her right to the brink. Again and again. Every time she thought she was there, I snatched it away. She begged. Pleaded. Cursed. I smiled through all of it.

Then finally—I gave it all to her.

Held the vibrator in place. Leaned in.

"Come for me," I whispered. "Say you deserve it."

"I deserve it," she gasped. "I deserve it. I deserve it—Maleek—fuck!"