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“Staying.”

“Then take off your clothes. You won’t wear a single thing when we’re in bed together.” I instructed.

“Yes, Sir.” She sat up and took off her shirt. The rest of her clothes followed. So when she curled back into me, all I felt was skin and softness.

“Yeah…” I pulled her back in close to me. “Now we can talk business. What were you saying?”

“That I’ve been good.”

“And you want some kind of fucking reward, huh?” I scoffed. “Nah. I don’t do those. What else you got?”

Silence.

“Speak up.”

“I … don’t know.”

“How about you ask for what you want? Not because you deserve it, but because you want it. Need it. Crave it. I’ll satisfy your appetite every time. Give you what you're missing. Remember?”

“I do. Can I have you?” She asked.

“You want dick. To be fucked. That ain’t all there is to me. So say what you want, beautiful slut.”

Lauren squirmed beside me, and I knew I made her uncomfortable. If she wanted everything that she’d said, she’d have to work for it. Own her desires and not shy away from them all the time. Outside this room, she could be the shiest woman on the planet, but when we were doing our thing, she’d have to speak her truth. It was just us in here.

“I want to be fucked, Salt. Hard… relentlessly. I need…” she moaned when my fingers found her dripping pussy and slipped against her folds.

“Keep going.” I pushed.

“I need to feel used. Oooh…”

I teased her plump clit, enjoying the texture of it. Moving slowly, I could feel the slickness of it as well as the grooves.

“What else?”

“Pain…” She gripped the far side of my neck and breathed into the closer one. “Salt…”

“Yeah?” I let my fingers trail downward, teasing just inside her.

“Please don’t let me wait any longer. The texts from you this week…”

“The ones where I asked if you were being a good girl for me?”

“Yes, and the teasing…”

“Couldn’t have you thinking that I lost interest,” I admitted.

“No,” she sighed. “I didn’t.”

“Big girl shit … remember?” I fucked her with my fingers and she shivered in my arms.

“Yes, I do…”

“What are you thinking now? Think I mind that you have added curves? Hmm?”

“Noo…” Somehow, it was hard for her to breathe. Maybe it was the depth I’d got my fingers in.

“You sure?”

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