Page 88 of Pretty Little Thing

I try and pull myself out of it. “I should really go...” I say.

“No,” he says.

“No?”

Clive pins my wrists above my head with one strong hand and reaches for his belt with the other. I look down and watch as he unzips, pulls his cock out, and strokes himself.

“Where do you want it?” he asks.

“Huh?”

His breath quickens. “I’m going to come on you,” he says. “I want you to walk around today... with my seed on your body.”

My pussy pulses with need, utterly turned-on by the request and I haven’t the slightest idea why. I just love that it’s coming from him.

“Better choose quickly,” he says, his fist stroking faster. “Breasts? Bellybutton?” He arches a brow. “Face?”

I swallow the building moisture on my tongue, listening to the quiet groans in the back of his throat. “Inside,” I whisper.

“No, that’s cheating,” he says. “I want it on your skin.”

I bite my lip as a crippling wave of heat tingles me from head to toe.

“Last chance,” he says. “Don’t make me choose for you.”

“Belly,” I say. “I want it there.”

Clive releases my hands and sits up, giving himself a more stable aim at my navel. He flips my shirt open, still stroking himself with a tight grip. His muscles tense up and I brace for that warm spray to touch my skin.

He comes on me with satisfying pleasure on his face as he lets out one long, agonizing grunt. Thick, white ropes leave a small pool of semen along my navel. I feel dirty already, but in the best of ways.

Clive drops his spent cock and stares at my body, from my curling toes to my heaving breasts. “What do we say?” he asks me.

I exhale, trying to calm my throbbing sex. “Thank you, Mr. Snow,” I tell him.

“You’re welcome, Ms. Payne.” Again, his eyes fall over my curves. “You look gorgeous.”

I try another breath but my body rumbles. “Uh-huh.”

He scolds me with soft, warm eyes. “You want to come, too,” he says. “Don’t you?”

I nod my head. “Yes, please,” I say.

Clive slides off the bed and kneels on the floor. With both hands, he takes hold of my knees and yanks me along, positioning me on the edge of the mattress in front of him.

His eyes look up at me, fueling my trembling need, as he purses his lips against my inner thigh. “Is this what you want?” he asks, his breath tingling my skin.

“Yes,” I moan.

He guides my legs straight up into the air and kisses the back of my knees. “I don’t think you want it badly enough,” he says, peeking at me.

“I do.”

“Then, why aren’t you begging?”

I quiver as his tongue draws a line down my right leg, continuing all the way along my exposed crack. “Please, Mr. Snow,” I beg. “Make me come.”

His tongue brushes my anus, making my ankles jerk in the air. He holds my legs in place and flicks me again.

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