Page 91 of Foreplay on Words

I reversed the direction and traced it back up, and she twitched again, glaring at me as I continued to trace slow patterns across her skin. The fire in her eyes shifted as I ran concentric circles slowly around the skin of her breast. When I reached her nipple, she was arching off the bed and moaning softly.

“Hm, so we know you like this,” I teased as I slowly trailed it down her abdomen, setting it down for a moment as I looked down at her covered sex, her wet panties not disguising her desire.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” Giving a firm yank, I tore the lace on one side, repeating the same action on the other side and tossing the scrap of lace to the floor.

“Wonder if you like it here?” The tickler slowly trailed across her heated skin. I used my thumb to part her and looked down at the little pink swollen bud.

“Right here,” I murmured as I very gently teased her clit with the feather.

“Oh, my God. I hate you,” she half moaned, half sighed as her hips shifted from side to side.

“I know, baby. But I think you secretly like it,” I teased. Her eyes narrowed at my wink, and I knew I was in trouble once she was finally released from the restraints. “What do you want?”

She huffed and rolled her eyes, her neck arching backward as I teased her with the feather-light touches.

“Use your words,” I coached.

“Cocksucker,” she growled as I tried not to laugh at her petulance.

“We both know you’re the cocksucker in this relationship,” I laughed. “Is that what you want?”

She frowned at me.

“Do you want to suck it?” Raising to my knees, I stroked my hard cock a few times—her eyes tracking the movements of my hand. The restraints pulled taut as she huffed and tugged at her bound wrists lightly. She really wanted to touch me, and knowing I was the object of her desire—and frustration, was heady. “If you want me in your mouth, you have to ask nicely. Be a good girl and use your words.”

“Fine!” Her voice was strained as she continued to stare at the slow motion of my wrist.

“Fine, what? Use your words, and watch your tone. Nice girls get what they ask for.”

“Fine. Stick it in my mouth,” she hissed, licking her lips before taking several deep breaths.

“I told you to ask nicely, and you’re being a bit of a brat. Maybe I should continue doing this...” Grasping my dick firmly, I sped up the pace. I couldn’t help moaning as I shifted my hips into the momentum of my hand as the blood pooled in the shaft from the cock ring. Each stroke was more intense than the last.

“Stop!” she whined as she shifted her hips back and forth again. She still couldn’t quite get her legs to touch, but I knew she was trying to rub her legs together.

Dirty girl. She liked watching me touch myself.

“And what should I do instead?” I shifted forward, tilted my cock toward her pussy, and slowly dipped the head inside. “Should I put it in here?”

“Yes!” She pushed into my slight movements and moaned as I slipped deeper. She was so warm and still drenched from before. I didn’t remember ever feeling this turned on, this enchanted with a woman, or this desperate to get closer to someone. Especially since I was usually running in the opposite direction or just avoiding them in general.

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” I teased as I pulled my hips back. “Maybe you’d like for it to go in here?” I placed my thumb on her bottom lip, pressing down lightly. Her pupils dilated, and before I could react, she nipped at my finger, a sharp sensation radiating through my hand.

“Bad girls have to watch,” I chastised as I sat back on my heels and grabbed hold of myself again, firmly stroking.

“I think I should see how this feels,” I mused as I pressed the button on the end of the vibrating ring, and it began to hum on the base of my shaft. The gentle buzz coursed through me, and I finally understood why sex toys appealed to so many people—men included.

“You’re a dick,” she growled as I leisurely stroked up and slowly back down, sending pleasurable sensations down my spine.

“Yes. Yes, he is,” I laughed, nodding down at my hand.

Chase groaned as she was held captive, completely transfixed by the movements of my hand.

My gaze roamed her gorgeous naked body, watching intently how her tits jiggled as her chest heaved. Her torso was mottled pink, and her nipples were rosy red. I wanted so badly to latch onto one of them, my mouth watering at the thought, but she was being a little mouthy now. She could wait until I was ready to touch her.

“Please,” she whimpered as she watched me with rapt interest.

“Hmmm?” I moaned as I began to pulse my hips up as I stroked down. My movements weren’t strong enough to get me close, but it felt really, really good.

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