Page 111 of Of Pucking Course

I kneel on the floor at the edge of the bed and reach over, pulling her toward me.

“Hold your legs open.”

She holds her hands on the insides of her thighs. My gaze falls to her pussy. It’s so pink from when I fucked her minutes ago. And wet. So, so wet.

My cock is steel.

I flip on the vibrator. “What setting do you like when you play with yourself?”

She lets out a shaky breath. The tan skin on her chest is flushed red. She’s still so turned on.

“I start on the medium setting. When I’m ready to come, I turn it higher.”

“Do you ever fuck yourself with it?”

She nods, her eyes shy. “I turn it on the pulsating setting when I do that.”

Usually it takes longer for me to get hard again after having an orgasm, but having Dakota’s perfect pussy in my face and hearing her describe how she gets herself off is the biggest turn-on I can imagine.

I press the vibrator to her clit. She gasps.

I turn my face to the side and kiss the inside of her thigh, moaning at how soft her skin is.

“You’re really okay with this,” she murmurs, almost like she can’t believe it.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” I kiss up her thigh. “It’s hot getting you off with your toys.”

“Other guys I’ve been with didn’t like that I used toys,” she says, her breath turning ragged. “I think they were jealous that a toy could get me off, but they couldn’t.”

“They were insecure jerks.” I kick up the speed of the vibrator. Dakota’s eyelids flutter, and her inner thigh muscles start to quiver. Her eyes roll back.

“Using toys on the woman I’m with is one of my favorite things to do,” I say, my voice on the edge of strained at how turned on I am. I take a breath. “Any guy who’s threatened by that isn’t worth having in your bed.”

Dakota whimpers. “I know that now.”

“Jake didn’t like it when you used toys, did he?” The question falls from my mouth before I can stop myself. I instantly regret it. I shouldn’t mention her ex when we’re in bed together. I bet I’m about to kill the mood.

But she just shakes her head and looks at me. “He didn’t. He wasn’t like you.” She pauses. “He could have learned a thing or two by watching you.”

I don’t miss the flash of intrigue in her eyes. I guess it doesn’t bother her to bring up her ex. She seems kind of into it, actually.

I’m not sure why. I’m not even sure it makes sense. But if she’s into it, I’m willing to keep going.

“What would you want me to show him, Dakota? How hard I make you come?”

Her breath catches. A second later, she nods.

“You want me to show him that I can give you orgasm after orgasm?”

She nods again. She’s panting hard and whimpering.

Pleasure rockets through my cock and balls. I’m so hardit hurts. Never in a million years would I ever want her ex anywhere near us—or her—ever again.

But this is just a filthy fantasy. A bit of dirty talk to help her regain the control she never had with him.

And I’ll gladly give it to her. I’ll give her whatever she wants.

I pull the vibrator away from her clit. She whines at the loss of contact, but then I flip it to the pulsating setting and slide it inside of her pussy. She inhales sharply as she falls back onto the bed. I lean forward and swipe my tongue over her clit.

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