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She did as he asked, hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. She whimpered and bit her lip, clearly fighting to stay silent.
“I want to hear you. Every time you deny me one of your moans, I’ll spank you.”
Her fingers worked faster, and she licked her lips, making them glossy like the lips between her legs. Even in the low light, he could see the slickness building there. Not nearly enough yet. He opened her nightstand drawer and took out her vibrator, earning another whimper.
“I think you need some help.” He moved closer and tapped her cheek. “Open up.”
She blinked and parted her lips, accepting the tip of the vibrator on her tongue. “Suck this like you’re going to suck me. Get it nice and wet.”
She hollowed her cheeks, getting into it so enthusiastically that he had to swallow his groan. His freaking dick felt like a two-by-four wedged into his jeans. “Now lean all the way back and grip your thighs. Hold yourself wide open for me.”
If he’d seen any reluctance, he would’ve called a halt to things, safe word or not. But there was only eagerness and excitement. She assumed the position he’d ordered and waited for further instruction. Perspiration already trickled down her forehead, and her cheeks burned like she had a fever, the flush creeping down her throat to the tops of her breasts.
God, she was so perfect. How was he ever going to let her go?
“Work your pussy,” he grated. “Two fingers. Slow and deep. Let me see how wet you’ve made yourself.”
She did as he’d asked, pushing them in and out, losing herself in the rhythm she created. Even as fully exposed as she was, she still sought her pleasure without shame.
He was about to give her more.
Flicking on the vibrator, he pressed it to the tight pucker between her cheeks. She gasped, her fingers moving faster. He pressed on, only using the narrow tip of the toy to probe her. That was all he needed. He flipped up the vibrations to the highest setting and gritted
his teeth at those damp fingers gliding together so urgently into taut pink flesh. She was on the verge of coming.
He rotated the toy a few more times, forging deeper, gauging her face. Her moans rose in intensity, echoing even over the whir of the vibrator.
When he could take no more, he set the toy aside. “Enough,” he commanded.
“But—”
He yanked down his zipper. “On your knees.”
Yet again she didn’t balk. She knelt before him and helped him peel away his jeans and boxers, gasping at his jutting erection. If he’d ever been this hard before, he didn’t remember it. “I want to come on your tits.” He swallowed and went for broke. “On your ass. In it.”
She nodded eagerly, surprising a chuckle out of him. He smoothed a stray hair away from her cheek and tried to remain unaffected when she chased his fingertips to give them a kiss. Easy, uncomplicated affection could become addictive.
Except it wasn’t uncomplicated. She would make him love her. He could feel himself being tugged closer, a magnet incapable of resisting her pull.
She was what he’d been waiting for his whole life without ever realizing it. And she was on her knees, opening her mouth wide to receive his dick, loosening her blouse to reveal the gorgeous breasts she would allow him to defile in any number of ways. Because it wasn’t defiling when it came to him and her. Between them, everything felt like an act of communion. His fingers pulling her mouth open, her lips sliding over the head of his cock. Every touch brought them closer to a point where words were superfluous and games turned into shorthand honesty.
She clasped her hands behind her back, reining in her impatience to continue and resuming her role. “May I suck your cock?”
A nod was the only thing he could manage.
As her hot, wet mouth enveloped him, he released a long groan.
“God, darlin’.”
Her ponytails were right there, perfect to grab on to and pull her harder onto his length. He cupped the back of her head in one hand and one ponytail in the other, helpless against the urge to thrust toward her throat. She gazed up at him, eyes wide, lips red and stretched over his girth. She sucked for all she was worth, provoking him into flexing his hips and pulling on her hair. When she moaned, he knew she wanted it harder.
Christ, she wanted harder.
He gave her what she asked for, forcing her mouth wider, yanking on her hair until bright tears appeared in her bluebell eyes. They never spilled over, hovering there like an unfulfilled wish. After he lessened his hold, she reached down and cupped his balls, prodding him into tugging again, testing her limits and his, shoving them past both.
At the last second, he dragged her off him and lifted her onto the bed. “Roll over. I want to see your tight little ass. Raise it up for me.”
Nearly squirming with enthusiasm, she turned over and presented herself, staying absolutely still as he sculpted her with his hands. “Like this?”
