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“Please what?”
Dammit, I was going to beg. “Touch me.”
“Come and I’ll touch you. Show me how much you need it. Squeeze my cock. Look at me while you get off.”
“I can’t—” Coming for an audience was too exposed, too vulnerable. “I’m right on the edge.”
“You’re trying so hard to keep it together,” he said softly. “But you won’t, Christina. You’re going to come while I watch, spread open for my pleasure, rubbing your little clit, because you’re mine.”
“But—”
“Don’t play to win.” His hand gripped my thigh, urging it open further. “Play to lose.”
I sobbed and arched upward, locked in a long spasm.
“That’s a good girl,” Patrick crooned.
I clutched his cock as I came, staring into wide-open blue space, his growls offuck yesspurring me on.
Finally the ripples slowed. I fell to the bed, and my hand dropped limply to my side.
“Now you,” I panted.
Instead, he pried my fingers off his flushed cock and stroked it like he had all the time in the world.
“You want me to touch you?” He favored me with a lazy smile. “Beg.”
Anger flared.“I did everything you said, and now you’re telling me to beg?”
“You heard me. You want something, you ask nicely.”
Furious, I glared at him. “Touch me. Please.”
“You’re not very good at begging.” Condescension dripped from his voice. “You don’t like asking for things, do you? We’re going to have to work on that.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Please,”I panted.“Patrick, I need you. I need your touch. I…I want you so bad.”
His smile broadened, like he knew I never made a habit of telling guys I wanted them. I rolled close, brushing my nipples against his chest. Trying for seduction, when all I had was pure need.
“Please,” I whispered in his ear. “Kiss me. Touch me. Touch my pussy.”
I sobbed when a huge hand covered my whole mound and squeezed. He pushed me onto my back. Thick fingers stretched my entrance, pumping slowly in and out.
“Oooh,” I gasped. My thighs closed over his arm. The lightest touch on my clit made me shriek and convulse around him. Another hand clapped over my mouth.
“Ssshhhh, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t want to wake anyone up.”
I twisted, biting his palm, a shock of excitement crackling between my legs. His fingers and thumb tightened on my cheeks. My juices spilled all over his hand as he leisurely, savagely fingered me. As my muffled moans reached a fever pitch, his hand left my face, replaced by a coolly demanding mouth.
I kissed him desperately, sucking on his lower lip, opening my mouth to his insistent tongue, wrapping my arms around his neck. A hand covered my breast and I rubbed my puckered nipple shamelessly against his palm. His thumb kept flicking and flicking and flicking my clit. I was so sensitive to him, he was going so fast, I needed some control before he pushed me over the edge—
“Fuuuuuck,” I gasped. Patrick growled into my mouth as I tightened around him in a rush of pleasure. “Oh God, I’m coming.”
My pussy was pulsing too fast to distinguish sensation. I fizzed on his fingers like a popped cork that kept shooting upward, a champagne bottle that wouldn’t stop foaming over.
When I cried out, he covered my mouth again.
“Look at you, baby,” he said, low and heated. “You’re coming so hard, and you’re coming the way I want you to.”
