Page 56 of Puppy Love

A small moan forces itself out of my throat, but I push past it. Watching Violet’s face is going to be so much more worth it.

“With Hayden. Maybe it’s just how we are.”

It isn’t of course. Anyone who knows us knows we’re practically siblings. But Violet doesn’t know us, at least not together. I bite the inner corner of my lip as her face turns red, her jaw tightening, her fingers slowing down.

“Don’t say his name while my fingers are inside you unless you want to know what regret feels like.”

But I very much want to know.

“Who?” I ask, batting my eyelashes angelically. “Hayden?”

But I miss Violet’s reaction because my eyes squeeze shut, my head tossing back as she presses back into me. Her fingers curl inside as her tongue dances on my vibrating clit.

“God you’re such a fucking brat,” she murmurs before latching her mouth back onto me. My thighs squeeze around her, the washing machine rocking my body from side to side as one of Violet’s arms cradles my thigh. My stomach tightens, my hands slipping from the sides of the vibrating appliance beneath me. Her fingers dip in and out effortlessly, the wet slick mess she made of me causing electricity to run through my body. I melt against the washer.

My hips thrust forward, forcing her fingers deeper inside as her tongue glides across my throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, using her face for my own pleasure. I should have told her off a long time ago. I feel it coming, the edge I need so desperately to tip over. I rock my hips harder, my eyes squeezing shut as Violet’s name forces itself from my throat.

“Oh fuck, I can’t,” I whimper, my hands trembling and my legs shaking against the steady pound of the washing machine. Violet looks up, her mouth wet.

“You can,” she says. “You can take it.”

My chest heaves as I lock eyes with her, the words coming from her mouth so genuine and so convincing. But then, the corner of her mouth slowly creeps up. Suddenly, the friction against me ceases, the pressure inside of me stuck. I frown, looking down at her with pleading eyes and thrusting myself toward her, my legs still spread.

“You can take it, but you aren’t going to until you learn to listen to me.”

Oh fuck. No no no. My head tosses back as I let out an indiscernible plea. I look down at her desperately, my fingertips shaking against the edge of the coated steel.

“I told you,” she taunts. “You’d regret it.”

This cannot be happening.

“Fuck Violet. If you knew how badly I wanted you, you wouldn’t be teasing me like this.”

Violet smiles sweetly, tracing a wet finger in circles around my thigh.

“Oh, princess,” she coos. “That’s precisely why I’m teasing you.”

The washing machine picks up again, rocking against the back wall as I squeeze my thighs shut, desperate for pressure.

She tuts, shaking her head and sliding them back apart.

“I thought you liked rules,” she says.

I squirm under the tense vibration, the feeling traveling through my body to the most sensitive parts, the parts that need her the most. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The muscles in my body are tense, my clit throbbing, begging for contact.

Violet stands between my legs, her dark nipples hard. I slide forward, lifting my hips to graze my clit against the cold, metal piercing on her tits. She looks down, watching me rub my swollen desperate pussy on her pierced nipples, begging for any friction at all. Then, she looks back up at me, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. She steps back, just far enough that I can’t reach her anymore.

“You want to come?” she asks, her raspy voice making me weak.

I nod, pleading. She looks down at my dripping pussy, my legs spread wide on display just for her.

“God you’re wet,” she mumbles, tracing a finger up the center. She sucks it into her mouth, her eyes locking onto mine. “Who made you so wet?”

I swallow, fingers curling around the sides of the machine.

“You did, boss.”*

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