How laughable.
“Keep going, Mila, or I’ll do it for you.”
Her chest heaved up and down with every hard breath she took, and I stepped closer when she didn’t move. I grabbed her wrist and moved it up and down, letting her hand rub over her greedy pussy with my direction.
She shuddered when I moved her hand up and it touched her clit.
“Keep going,” I said.
She started to move.
Slowly, at first, but the more I watched her, the more drenched she became.
The distinctive sweet scent of her arousal teased my nose, and it took everything in me not to bury my head between her legs and take in the scent directly from the source.
“Do you know how fucking hot you look like this?” I asked as I watched her.
I pulled her shirt up until both her tits were exposed to my gaze, letting my thumb press down on one hard nipple.
Her back arched, bringing herself closer to my touch, and she rubbed herself harder.
“Put a finger inside your tight little cunt,” I gritted out.
She hesitated for a brief second before she did as I asked, inserting one finger until it disappeared inside her bare pussy.
Wetness gushed out every time she pulled her finger out and pushed it back in.
I licked my lips and played with her nipple, loving the way her chest heaved with every slight movement from me.
Fuck, but she was sensitive to my touch.
“That’s it, firecracker. I want you to come. Play with your cunt for me. Show me how fucking much this turns you on.”
I pinched her nipple, and she made a small sound—half protest, half moan.
I stepped back from the bed and watched her.
Her eyes focused on me as she worked herself over, her fingers coming up to her clit and swiping across the swollen nub.
I rubbed myself over my jeans, and she watched the action intently, her body shifting as if it was almost too much.
“Slap your pussy,” I said.
She shook her head. “Oh, God.”
It was the first time she’d spoken since I came inside the room. There was something lyrical, soothing, about the sound of her voice. I wanted to hear her call my name, and briefly, I wondered if she would do it if I buried my face between her legs and ate her out.
“Do it,” I said, making my voice firm so she doesn’t miss the command in it.
She slapped her pussy, closing her eyes. The sound of it was loud in this room, and loud in my ears.
My cock twitched at the sight, and I resisted the urge to use my hand and do it for her. I wouldn’t be gentle about it either—not the way she was with herself.
“Good girl. Again.”
She did it again, and her legs quivered.
She was close.
