“All right, Spitfire?” he murmured.
She nodded, her heart racing.
“Words, please.”
“Yes, Matthieu,” she moaned.
“Such a good girl for me,” he told her as he placed the blanket back over her lap. Then he moved his hand to her clit, tapping it lightly. “I like hearing my name on your lips while I’m buried deep inside you. Ooh, watch, he’s going to kill his next victim.”
Her gaze moved to the screen, but it was too hard to concentrate with him teasing her.
“Matthieu,” she moaned as quietly as she could as he played with her clit.
“Come for me,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
Her body shook, her pussy clenching down on his dick as she shuddered and came.
It was amazing. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
As she dropped down from that high of her release, she realized that he was still hard inside her.
She squeezed him and he groaned.
“That was amazing, even better than Richard.”
He tensed, putting his hands on her hips. “Who the fuck is Richard?”
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Who the fuck was Richard and where could he find him?
“Oh, um, that’s the name of my vibrator,” she said with a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
“Your vibrator?”
“Uh, yeah. I called it Richard. You know, Richard, Dick. A vibrator is like a dick.”
She was rambling. It was kind of cute.
“I get it.” He cupped her breast. “I heard you using it one night.”
She stiffened. “You did not.”
“Oh, I did. Those walls were paper thin between us.” He lightly pinched her nipple, making her gasp. “I heard you moaning as you came.”
“No, no, no,” she said, growing even more tense.
“Yes, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“It . . . it was?” she whispered, the tension in her body easing.
“God, yes. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything sexier.”
“Really?”
“Made me so hard and hot that I had to jack off while you were pleasing yourself.”
“Really?” she asked. “I would have liked to have seen that.”
