Page 66 of Dr. Bad Boy

“For me, too.”

“It makes me wet.”

He groans in my ear. “How wet?”

“Umm…” I shift my legs, my fingers just curling over my mound. Close enough to catch a drop of moisture, but I’m not touching myself full on just yet. “Pretty wet. I can feel it on my thighs.”

“But not your fingers?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you waiting for permission?”

“No.” I smile. “Should I?”

He breathes deeply. A thinking sound. “I like the idea of you touching yourself. Even better if I’m on the phone with you and can listen to you come.”

“I’m a little sore,” I whisper. “I’ll need to be gentle.”

“You don’t like gentle.” He drops his voice, too. “If I was there, I’d go down on you. Lick you slowly, up and down, until you’re squirming for more.”

“That sounds gentle.” And good. I roll my hips, my fingers grazing my clit, then sliding effortlessly between my pussy lips because yeah, I’m soaked.

“Gentle’s a good place to start sometimes. Get you warmed up, tease you, make you squirm.”

“I’m squirming now.”

“Could you stop?”

Uhh… “Maybe?”

“I want the answer to be no. Clearly I need to suck your clit more, until it’s hard and throbbing and you can feel everything inside pulling tight. Ready to explode. I’d suck it and swirl my tongue around it, pull it into my mouth and then soften my lips, kissing the rest of your gorgeous, fucking sexy little pussy.”

“Oh God,” I pant. Now I’m writhing for real, my fingers doing exactly what he said his mouth would do. Clit, then wider. Clit again. I pinch it between two flat fingers, imagining him sucking on it.

“How about now, kitten? Could you stop now?”

I thrash my head back and forth. “No…” I whine.

“Good.” He’s practically purring in my ear now. “This is when I’d flip you over and spank your ass for touching yourself without permission.”

“But you said—”

“And for talking back.”

The sound I make to that isn’t human, and he chuckles.

“Once your ass is nice and rosy, I’d stretch out on the bed and order your eager little cunt onto my face.”

“Mmf…”

“That’s right. You’re dripping for me, so wet, and I want to lick up every last drop. I grip your ass, pressing into the sorest points, and I make you ride my face until you come in my mouth.”

I groan as my orgasm explodes, a second too soon for me to stop it. Nuclear fusion has nothing on the molten collision of my desire and Max’s reprimand inside me. He took turned off and restless, flipped a switch to hella dirty, and now I’m a quivering mess of aftershocks and confusion.

“You okay?” he asks gently in my ear.

“Uhh…” I roll onto my side. “Yeah.”

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