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“Turn over,” he orders.
I flop onto my side, then manage to roll on my back without kicking him. I eye him, his cock. It’s pointing at me, oozing the clear liquid. He grips it in one hand, stroking his length. Up, down, up, down.
He’s mesmerizing.
My heartbeat slows. The climax fades, but the ache lingers. Reminding me that I wasright there.
He touches me again.
I’m not ready for it, even though I see him move. I see him come toward me, his finger running past my clit, to my slit. Where he pumps in a single finger.
In and out, in time with his hand stroking himself off.
“Your list,” he says softly.
I blink, trying to focus on something other thansensation. “What?”
“Your list. I looked at it.”
“When?”
“Before I put you on my lap.” He retracts his finger and runs it across my clit.
“What about it?” My voice is breathless.
“You forgot kinks.”
Oh.
“The boring, necessary stuff? We’ll get there in no time.” He smiles. It’s positively wicked.I’m the tar.Hadn’t he said that? “But theinterestingstuff?”
I lick my lips. “What’s interesting stuff?”
His expression is dark. I can’t read him at all. I mean, I see the lust. I feel it, as every stroke of his hand brings his knuckles up against my inner thigh. Proof that he’s turned on by me, by what he’s saying.
Something tells me I should be afraid.
“One thing at a time,” he whispers.
I can’t fathom what he means.
“I’m going to enjoy ruining you for anyone else.”
One finger becomes two, and I close my eyes. I fall back on the bed, my attention locked on his face. He takes my hand and puts it on my clit.
“Make yourself come before I do, or you don’t come at all.” He smirks.
A challenge?
I dip my fingers into my pussy, my muscles automatically contracting. I’m drenched. So fucking turned on—and by what? By how he’s treating me?
Before I can puzzle it out, I put my fingers on my clit. I rub myself hard and fast, the tingling sensation building, but I’m too late.
And I think that’s the point.
His cock is suddenly pressing into my slit. I yell at the sensation of being stretched—but he doesn’t press inward. He’s so fucking shallow, barely the tip is inside me.
That’s when he comes, jerking himself off. He spills inside me, and I can only stare.
