Page 37 of My Turn Petal
His eyes don’t leave my hand, recording every frame. A few strands of hair fall to his forehead and mark out his chiseled features. Watching him enjoying the show intensifies my pleasure.
“AAH,” I moan.
The audio stops and I open my eyelids, realizing I was immersed in the act that I closed them for a moment.
He starts reading in his deep voice, “Tomato soup, chicken corn soup,” he pauses and says the words slowly, “Mushroom cream soup, garlic bread, French fries.”
“What are you doing?” I stare in confusion.
He smirks at me, “Testing your theory.”
“I didn’t really—“
“Next one is your favorite,” he gives me another one of his wicked smiles. “Keep rubbing your clit, petal.”
I do.
Round upon round over my swollen clit that begs to be touched by him.
“What is it?” I circle my clit again and again. “Please, tell me.”
“Chicken…” he’s on the verge of bursting with laughter, “Nuggets.”
I’m laughing so hard with him. “Careful, that’s my safeword.”
“And do you want me to stop?” he questions.
“No.”
“How about chicken… wings,” he says, cracking to himself but I continue to rub my clit a little faster and more moans exit my mouth.
“Fish fingers, spring rolls, calamari rings, FASTER,” he says rapidly, “Do it faster.”
I pinch my clit, slipping my fingers along my arousal and back to pinch my clit again.
“Good,” he draws circles across my ankle that send electricity through my body, “Just like that.”
My toes tingle as the knot in my core tightens.
I roll my eyes, each friction of my finger against my clit tickling the deepest part inside me, especially under his feral gaze.
He spreads my thighs wider and my inner walls start convulsing around nothing.
I imagine his finger slipping inside me and pumping my pussy nonstop.
He leans on top of me and whispers to my neck, “Such a good girl,” while littering kisses along my neck, ear, and hair. “But I would fuck you like a whore.”
Hearing all of those narrators doesn’t compare to him—all of his dirty words make me ten times wetter.
“You have no idea how much I want to lick every inch of your body.” He moves to my other ear, “How much I want my cum smeared all over your skin.”
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp and moan. I enhance my movements around my clit and when he twirls his palm around my hair and tugs, I whimper in ecstasy.
The orgasm builds inside me, I feel like I’m going to shatter with each rippling sensation that courses through me.
My hips buck up but he grabs my thigh and shoves me back down immediately.
“Look into my eyes when you come.”
