Page 111 of Auctioned Innocence
Sofia gasps as I slide through her, swirling her clit before dipping lower to push one finger into her. I nearly come right then and there. So. Fucking.Wet.
“I want to watch you touch yourself, Sofia.” The words are out of my mouth before I even have a chance to register them.
Sofia’s eyes snap to mine, and I can see the surprise written in them. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” I say.
She quirks a dark brow. “You already know how to touch me.”
I smile at her. “Then teach me something new.” I pull my finger out of her, ignoring her mewl of displeasure. “Lay back.”
Sofia pouts for a moment before she leans back against the table, shifting until she is comfortable. She lifts one hand and touches her neck before she slowly rubs down her collar bone to her chest. Her legs open wider, and I watch as her black underwear pulls across her skin, almost revealing her pretty pussy lips to me.
I look back up and Sofia is running her hands across her chest, moving slowly down to her breasts, her eyes closed. She moves circles around her breasts—just like I had—before she slips her hands down her stomach. I watch as her fingers slide over the fabric, pressing into the wetness and pulling the material closer to her clit. She rubs circles against herself, pulling upward strokes with one finger, slowly, then she moves in quick circles.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask her huskily, watching her closely. The room is already starting to smell like sex.
Sofia’s fingers pause at the band of her underwear. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I would. Very much so.” I kiss the inside of her thigh before leaning forward and pressing another kiss to her clit. Sofia jerks and grabs my hair. I suck at the satin of her underwear, my tongue flicking out to press harder against the spot she played with a second ago.
Sofia moans, pressing her hips against my face. I laugh, pulling away.
“Show me how you like it.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You know how I like it. Haven’t we established that already? Now, shut up. How can I get myself off if you keep yapping away?”
I raise my hands in surrender and lean back, waiting for her to continue.
Sofia moves her hands back to her underwear. She runs her fingers through her folds again, over the satin, swirling over her clit.
God, that’s so hot.
Sofia moves her one finger up and down and her hips press upward. I bite my lip, fighting back a moan. “And to answer your question— I’m thinking about you eating me out.”
That response startles me, but also arouses me. My dick presses uncomfortably against my pants. “Oh yeah?”
She nods as she moves the one finger up and down again. She presses harder against herself and her hips start rolling to meet her fingers. “Yes.”
Sofia dips here hands into her underwear and I watch through the material as she spreads herself open with two fingers while a third moves against her clit.
“And how does it feel when I eat that perfect pussy of yours?” I palm myself through my pants.
She sighs. “Amazing.” Her mouth drops open and her breathing comes faster. I watch her hips roll in tune with her fingers plunging into her and rolling her clit.
“Do you want it harder?” I ask.
“Yes,” Sofia moans out. Her finger presses harder against her clit and her hips jerk wildly against her hand. Her other hand drifts upward to play with her nipples. “God,yes.”
“Do you like that,principessa?”
“Fuck, yes.Yes.”
Her breathing picks up but her eyes remain closed, her long finger still stroking her clit. Her hips jump.
“How does it feel?”
She tilts her head back, her legs completely open and spread. “So good. I want it to be you.”
