Page 55 of Dirty Play

Her cheeks pinken, and for a moment, I think she’s going to walk away, but she nods and says, “Okay.”

“Circle your nipples. I want you to gently tease them with your fingers. But nothing more, Tink.”

Her eyes widen, but her fingers start moving up her body, gliding over her stomach until they’re cupping her breasts. Her fingers start tracing wide circles around her nipples, teasing herself, and as I start slowly stroking my cock again. The little minx smirks, her eyes locked onto my hand.

“I want you to play with yourself, tease yourself, pinch your nipples. Whatever you want, don’t hold back. With your other hand, I want you to touch yourself. Lightly circle your clit like you’d imagine my tongue would,” I growl, gripping my cock hard. I need to stop stroking or this’ll be over before I’ve even had my fun. It’s just so fucking hot seeing her like this.

“Why did you stop?” she whispers. “I want to watch.”

“Watch what?” I growl, slowly moving my fist up and down my length again.

“I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to watch you come… while you make me come.”

Her words spur me on, my cock hardening even further as I continue to stroke myself. “Like this, Tink? Is this what you want?”

Her eyes darken, and her fingers continue to make small circles against her clit that has her squirming already.

“I need more, Cade. Please.”

“What do you want? Do you want to show me what you do when you’re thinking about my cock?”

Her nod is frantic, her eyes wild, yet she still waits for direction like the good girl I know she is.

“So obedient when you want to be,” I say, my voice hoarse, the tingling sensations already starting at the base of my spine telling me my orgasm is close. Not yet, though. I want to watch her come first. “I want to watch you finger yourself. I want to see what you do when no one’s watching. When you’re imagining my cock inside of you.”

Slowly, she glides her other hand down her body, her pace tortuously slow, but my eyes are locked on, watching everything. When she passes her clit, she slides through her wetness to coat herself and looks over at me, legs spread, and smirks.

I may be in control right now, but we both know who has all the power.

“Like this?” she whispers as she slides two fingers inside herself, eyes fluttering at the intrusion. I can’t help myself; I move closer. I want to see her up close and personal. Walking to the end of the bed, I watch her, her eyes glossy as she starts working herself faster and faster, one hand circling her clit and the other fingering herself, now with three fingers. Her soft moans are getting louder, more unguarded the closer she gets.

“Just like that, Tink. You’re doing so well,” I growl, my fist pumping faster, unable to keep pace. I watch her touch herself, wishing it were my cock as her eyes flutter closed, her body trembling from the start of her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m—” she starts.

“Eyes open. I want to watch you when you come,” I growl and her eyes snap open. “Come for me.”

She watches me as she falls apart, and I lean forward, my free hand covering her mouth to muffle her screams, her entire body shaking as her orgasm crashes through her.

She looks so fucking perfect.

The sight is enough to bring me to the edge, my fist sliding faster, rougher, bringing me closer and closer. Her freshly fucked look is all I need—three rough strokes later and I’m spilling hot cum all over her stomach.

Her eyes are dark, daring, and I want to push her, climb over her fully, and take her. Instead, I just laugh as I stand up.

“What the fuck just happened?” I ask as I look down at her, her body painted in my cum, her cheeks flush from an orgasm I directed, and her perfect smile wide like she’s the happiest person in the world. She looks happy.

She also looks like she’s mine.

“Hold on,” I say, running to the bathroom and grabbing a wet towel. After cleaning her up, I toss it into the laundry to deal with later.

“Fuck, Tink,” I groan, pulling her into me. “Have I told you that you’re perfect?”

She looks up at me, stares into my eyes, and smiles. “Not today, but you can do it now.”

I lean down and kiss her, my tongue languidly sliding against hers. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she teases.

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