“Then we pretend this didn’t either.” I gesture at her bare body.
Bianca blinks innocently. “Does that mean you’ll quit stalking me?”
Never.But I probably shouldn’t admit that freely.
“I won’t stop protecting you regardless of your feelings toward me.”
Her eyes narrow like a whip lashing out to reprimand me. “That’s not what I asked.”
The truth climbs up my throat, but I’ve already spilled enough secrets for one day. “I should leave.”
“You should stroke your cock for me.”
My pants remain firmly fastened. “Are you gonna be mine?”
“Maybe for tonight.”
“Not good enough. It feels wrong seeing you like this unless there’s more to us.” But my protest is barely a grumble.
“You’re getting paid to watch me. Might as well get a private view.” Her husky tone fondles my balls until I’m ready to blow. “This fake dick is gonna stuff me to the brim.”
Bianca begins pushing the dildo shaft into her sex. I grind my molars, trying to rip my stare off her temptation. It’s useless. My resolve is no match for her bold fuckery. She’s brazen and eager and stripping away my resistance with each seductive whisper.
My full concentration feasts on her pussy stretching around the plastic girth. The toy hums, pumping into her gently. She grinds into the motion and mewls loudly. This rodeo princess is a natural exhibitionist in the arena, but I didn’t realize that trait extended to the bedroom. Murky shadows tint the edges of my vision. No, I can’t accept that. Not unless it’s a brand-new habit to rile me.
While grasping at the remaining tatters of my control, I’m reminded that she had someone else on her mind not too long ago. “Who the fuck is Scout?”
Her pouty lips curl into a seductive grin. “Jealous?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” she purrs. “Maybe that’ll spur you in the right direction.”
“Dammit, Bianca.”
She laughs, the syrupy tune pumping my arousal. “I can always rely on Scout to handle my needs.”
With the vibrator shoved to the hilt, she bucks her hips at a sultry tempo. Her eyes slide shut as if her imagination will do the honors of conjuring better company. That won’t do. I’m the only man she thinks about while that pretty pussy drips.
“Keep ‘em open,” I bark.
Her lips curve as she disobeys. “Or what?”
“Princess.” My voice is rough, on the edge of breaking.
She flutters her lashes to taunt me. “Am I being a brat?”
“Yes.”
“Are you gonna punish me?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the lust. “Can’t.”
“Should I punish myself?” Her painted toes curl into the blankets when she slowly withdraws the toy.
“How…?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat. “How might you do that?”
“I won’t come unless you do.” The soft thrum from the vibrator cuts off.
