Page 92 of Reluctantly Rogue

I nod.

“Do you have a vibrator that does that? Something that really fills you up and gives you what you need? A nice thick one to stretch this pretty pussy?”

“Y—yes.”

“Good, then this will be just fine.”He slides his middle finger into me.

I can’t help myself. I move one of my hands off his thigh and down to grip his wrist. To keep him there. “Jonah!” I gasp.

“Jesus, you’re so tight. So wet for me.”

“Yes,” I agree, though I’m not registering all of his words perfectly.

“Eyes on me,” he says gruffly. “Watch. Watch me stretch you open. Watch how you take my fingers.”

My gaze immediately goes to the image in the mirror. My hair is tousled, my skin is flushed, and I’m lying against Jonah, my legs spread open. I barely recognize myself. But I love the image. I look overcome with lust.

But even more, I like the look on the face of the man holding me. Lust is also all over his features. He looks hungry and raw. But he is also watching me with a possessiveness that takes my breath.

Our position is intimate, and my body is completely on display, yet he’s holding me almost protectively. One of his arms is banded around me, holding me firmly against him. Yes, that hand is pressing the vibrator against my clit, but that almost feels possessive as well. As if he is hell-bent on giving me this pleasure, on being the first, on uncovering all of my secrets.

I watch as he adds a second finger. The visual along with the stretch is delicious. Yes, one of my vibrators is about that large. I don’t use it often, preferring the quick orgasm the clit stimulator gives me. But when I’m really into a fantasy or need a little more, I use that one.

But then Jonah does something the vibrator definitely does not. He starts moving, thrusting in and out, curling his fingers, then pulling his fingers apart to stretch me.

I gasp, then moan, squeezing his wrist hard.

“My job is to be sure you have everything you need, remember?” he asks gruffly. “I want to be sure you know just how good youcanfeel. So you want it anddemandit. So you make sure you get what you need every fucking time.”

He rubs against my inner wall, right over my G-spot. I gasp again and arch into his hand. “Oh my God!”

“Tight, hot, wet. All for me, isn’t it?” he asks against my ear, then drags his beard up and down my neck.

“Yes, yours, oh my God,” I babble, writhing in his arms.

“Give it to me, Duchess. Give it all to me. It’s mine. This first orgasm with a man’s hand on this sweet pussy. I want it.”

I come hard. Hot pleasure spills over me, and I cry out his name.

“That’s right,” he mutters. “That’s fucking right.”

He eases the vibrator away, but his fingers still stroke slowly in and out. He lets me come down and only then does he ease his fingers out.

I realize his other hand is splayed possessively over my stomach and he’s holding me tightly to his body.

“So. Fucking. Gorgeous,” he tells me.

Then, in the mirror, I watch as he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks on his fingers.

My eyes widen.

He chuckles. “That’s the part that surprises you?”

“I just?—”

He brings that same hand to my mouth. “Open.”

My cheeks blaze. “What?”

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