Page 116 of Selfie

She nods, avoiding my gaze, going shy on me again.

I figured she was a little inexperienced. Spencer’s never given me vixen vibes, but I didn’t realize her needs were so neglected. “Let’s start here. I want you to picture two scenarios and tell me what sounds better.”

She takes in a shaky inhale. “Okay.”

“What if I trail soft kisses from your neck to your thighs? I’ll be gentle over your tits and nipples. Then, I’ll tickle you a little when I dip my tongue in your belly button. But when I get to your clit, I skip over it. I’ll tease you, blow on it, but I’ll kiss around your pussy, touching you all over except where you want. I’ll massage your thighs, while telling you how wildly sexy you are. I’ll spend time with every single inch of your body before I finally suck on your little button and slowly build you up to sweet relief. How’s that sound?”

She swallows, hard, and nods. “Yeah, okay. Do that, please.”

“Don’t you want to hear scenario two?”

“I guess?”

“I flip you over like a pancake on this chair. You put your cheek against the chair, chest down, ass up, and I swear on my life, Spencer, if you drop those hips I will punish your ass withmy hand. Except that’d probably only get you wetter, wouldn’t it? You’ll be dripping,beggingfor my cock, but I’m going to make you wait while I play with your body however I want. I bet you’re so tight, I’d have to spit on your pussy over and over before you’re lubed enough to even take my fingers. And when you’re thoroughly spent from riding my hand, barely able to move, that’s when I’m going to flip you back over and fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head. My way. My pleasure. Is that what you want?”

I was betting on tender romance when it came to Spencer, but her toes only curled around the bars of the chair when I started growling at her, describing ways I would use her for my pleasure. I push her knees apart wide and touch the entrance of her hot sex where a single drop of her arousal invites me. Her body is telling meexactlywhich scenario she wants.

I lick the tip of my middle finger and flick against her clit. Her hips buck at the stimulation, her back arching. “What’s it going to be, Spencer? Do you want to make love, or fuck?”

She can barely speak through her rasps, but she manages, “Whatever you want.”

“What I want…” I push my longest finger inside of her, groaning when I discover she’s even tighter and wetter than I could’ve dreamed. She’s going to show my cock no mercy. “…is for you to come.”

“Okay, I can do that.” Her determined reply confuses me for a beat. But when I gently work a second finger into her pussy, she lets out a sort of bizarre squeal. She moans loudly, and pairs it with a few “oh, oh, ohs.” I stop pumping my hand and look up. Spencer’s eyes are clamped shut tightly as she performs like she’s auditioning for a bad porno.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She peeks through one eye. “It felt really good. I came.Hard.Your turn.” She tries to scramble back upright, but I push her back down against the chair.

“You came,” I deadpan.

“Yes.” She blinks.

“I don’t think we’re defining that word the same.”

She gives me innocent doe eyes. “What? I had an orgasm.”

“Really.”

“Yeah… A big one.”

“A big one?” I bite down on my smirk. “Like an earth-shattering, sight-blinding, leg-shaking, euphoric-wave-of-pleasure kind of orgasm?”

Spencer thinks she’s such a good liar, but that sudden aggressive eye twitch sells her down the river every time. “Yeah, Nathan. Can we move on? Do you want me to suck your dick?”

I’m no longer smiling. “No, I want you to get up.” I climb off the pool chair and offer her my hand. As soon as she’s on her feet, I jab my finger toward the main house. “Inside. Go to my bedroom.”

“My room is closer,” she points out. I realize the guesthouse isright there. It’s not where I want her.

“I need you in my shower.” I pick up her bottoms from the ground. When she doesn’t move, I swat her bare ass and she squeals. “Move it, Spencer.”

She does, scurrying a few quick steps so I’m out of arm’s reach as I trail behind.For fuck’s sake, baby.I thought we were done with all the fibs. Her ex may not recognize, or care, when a woman has a real orgasm, but I do.

I’m going to set the new standard right now.

With me, Spencer’s not going to fake a goddamn thing.

She won’t have to.

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