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“I’ve never done that before.”

There are many things you’ve never done, little girl. I’m going to introduce you to all of them.”

She waited for him to change his mind, but when he didn’t, she did as he’d asked. After positioning herself on the crossbar, she undid her pants and slowly pushed them down to the middle of her thighs.

She stared at him with pleading eyes. But there was more than that. Her eyes also held a desire and a longing to let her bad girl take control. He realized his mistake immediately. This wasn’t a punishment for her. He was punishing himself.

In all likelihood, if he watched her pleasure herself, he would blow his load in his pants. But she wanted this. He could sense it. What could he say? Sometimes being a Daddy was all about making sacrifices.

But not an unnecessary one. He undid his pants as well, shoving them down and grabbing his cock. Running his thumb over the head, he almost came on the spot. He’d had this hard on since he’d made her come in the bathroom at Sabre earlier.

Her quick intake of breath made him smile. At six feet five, he was a big man, and his cock was no exception. “Go ahead, babygirl. Tell me a story that will make us both come.”

CHAPTER 18

Lovie stared at her Viking as he shoved down his pants and pulled out his cock. She lost the ability to breathe. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t expected it to be big. He was her Viking after all. But he wasn’t just big. He was jolly green giant freakin big.

She always rolled her eyes when the women in her books claimed the man’s cock wouldn’t fit, but she wouldn’t anymore.

“My eyes are up here, naughty girl,” Law said.

His voice was laced with humor. She wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, but she figured he’d earned it. Holy sausage logs!

“I’m waiting for my story, fairy cat. Spin me a tale like the ones in your books.”

Could she do that? He was asking her to do a lot of things outside her comfort zone all at once. It was hard to stay excited when she had to worry about what to say.

“There’s no pressure, little girl. I won’t be disappointed. The thing I want most is for you to come for Daddy. If you can do that while describing what you’re thinking, it wouldbe hot. But it’s more than apparent I’m as hard as a rock for you, so I want you to do what makes you feel comfortable and lets you come.”

She wasn’t a weenie. It might be awkward, but it actually sounded exciting. Could she make him come with her words? There was only one way to find out. Besides, she was a fairy cat. If her Viking could accept a challenge, so could she.

What scene from a book excited her the most? Better yet, what scene would she love to see that she’d never read?

“Touch yourself, babygirl. Do whatever you’d do at home to make you feel good.” Law’s voice was as rough as ground glass. It slammed against her clit as if it had a physical presence.

Oh yeah, she could do this for her Viking Daddy.

Taking her time, she slid her hand down her stomach to the top of her slit. With feather-light touches, she stroked her mound. With each one, she went further between her thighs and pressed a bit harder. With each pass of her hand, her daddy's groans grew louder and more guttural.

“That's it, babygirl. Spread your legs a little wider for daddy so he can see that beautiful pussy. I want to see how wet you are.”

She did as she was told, and somehow, caught up in the moment and the vision in her head, something inside her grew bolder. Spreading her legs even wider, she reached deeper, pushing her finger inside her soaking wet heat and making sure her finger was coated with her arousal.

Once her finger slid in and out easily, she held it up to Law. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly raised it to her lips. She licked the tip of her glistening finger before placing it on the flat of her tongue, closing her lips and sucking as she slid her finger in and out of her mouth, making sure to hollow her cheeks, until all her essence was gone.

“Holy fuck, babygirl. You’re killing me already, and you haven’t even started your story.”

His words empowered her. She might still be prey, but prey could be powerful, too.

She touched herself then and told him a story. As her finger worked her clit, she wove a tale made up of her dirtiest fantasies. Her breasts grew heavy and needy. She coated her nipples with her slick and held them up to him as a banquet offered to a starving man.

Who knew she could be such a tease? He brought out parts of her she hadn’t known existed. She was free out here to turn off her brain and just feel, following wherever her impulses led.

Returning one hand to her clit, she circled the sensitive bud, allowing her head to tip back as she continued to describe for him all she imagined him doing to her.

“Eyes, Lovelyn. Give me your eyes.” His voice was demanding and animalistic.

She lost herself for a second as the sight of him stroking his cock enthralled her. God! It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. She’d wondered why people watched porn. She’d even tried it once or twice. It didn’t really do anything for her.

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