Page 113 of The Baby Bargain
"When I think about this?" He stops to nip at my skin.
Fuck. It hurts so good. "Yeah?"
"I fuck myself." His voice is matter-of-fact, like it's both obvious and incredibly hot.
"I do too."
"You fuck yourself to me?" It's more a statement than a question.
I answer anyway. "All the time."
"You imagine coming on my face?"
"Oh my God." My entire body buzzes. He's too hot. It's wrong. It's really, incredibly wrong.
"You like dirty talk, don't you, princess?"
My response is a groan.
"You act sweet and innocent—"
"I am sweet and innocent."
"But you want me to demand you come on my face."
"Chase—"
His fingers curl into my inner thighs. Then it's the soft scrape of his nails. "You want to come on my cock too, princess?"
"Yes."
"You want those pretty lips around my cock?"
"Chase—"
"You want me to turn you over and split you in half?"
Oh my God.
"Or maybe you want your feet at my shoulders?"
"Chase—"
"I like you dirty and demanding, princess." He digs his nails into my thighs a little harder.
Fuck, that feels good.
He scrapes his nails a little harder.
I groan. It hurts. But that only makes it better.
"I'll fuck you until you can't walk straight." He pushes the heels of his hands into my thighs, pinning my legs to the bed.
Softly.
Then harder.
Mmm. There's something about surrendering to him.
