Page 37 of Filthy Mouth
I peeled the camisole up, baring myself for him. His eyes darkened, lips parting as if he could taste me through the screen.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
I trailed my fingers lower, circling but not giving in.“Mmm. Maybe I’ll make you beg, Daddy.”
His jaw flexed.“Careful, Princess. You’ll regret teasing me.”
“Oh? You’re all the way over there.” I flicked the camera a wicked smile.“What are you going to do about it?”
For a moment, there was only his sharp breath, the gleam in his eyes. Then he swung the phone, showing me his bare feet hitting the floor. His sheets rumpled behind him.
“Where are you going?” I laughed.
“Where the fuck do you think I’m going?” His voice was all gravel.“Keep that pretty cunt wet for me—I’ll be there in twenty.”
My laugh came out shaky, heat rushing straight between my thighs.
“Better hurry,” I purred, slipping two fingers lower with a moan.“Or I might start without you.”
“Don’t you dare come until I get there.” He was already pulling on trousers, stalking for his keys.“If you do, Princess—I’ll make sure you can’t walk tomorrow.”
The line went dead.
Well, that escalated pretty fast.
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Baddy:How’s my Princess’s pussy?
I scowled at his message. He damn well knew the answer.
Me:What sort of a sexual deviant keeps his dick inside a woman all night?
Baddy:Hey, you weren't complaining this morning.
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
Me:I’ve recently discovered that my pussy is a masochist.
Baddy:Good. She’ll need to be—because I’m not finished with her.
Heat coiled in my belly. Not ideal when I was parked outside a client’s house.
Me:You’re an evil man. I’m supposed to be professional in five minutes.
Baddy:Professional on the outside. Dripping slut underneath. Don’t pretend you’re not soaked already.
I gripped the steering wheel and groaned. Bastard.
Me:If I ruin these knickers, you’re paying for new ones.
Baddy:Send me proof first. I’ll decide if they’re ruined…or ready for me.
Me:You're impossible. I have to go, I’ll see you tonight.
Baddy:Okay, baby. See you and your needy pussy tonight.
I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and dropped my head against the steering wheel. A deep breath, then another. My thighs pressed together, the lace of my knickers sticking to my skin. God, the bastard had me dripping before I’d even rung the client’s doorbell.
