Page 40 of Sinful Secrets

She doesn’t finish her sentence.

“Where is your other hand, Savannah?”

“My pussy.”

Fuck, I love when she acts all shy. She’s not shy in person. At least not as much as she used to be.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I say, “Pinch your nipples like I do it.”

I imagine her perfect nipples pebbling under her touch as she pinches the stiff peaks. Her moan is both sensual and torture.

“Now, I’m rubbing my clit. Nice and slow.”

My hand moves up and down my cock in long, languid strokes. “Tell me how it feels. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Sooo good and so wet,” she moans.

“Slip two fingers into your tight pussy and imagine they are mine.” I pump my cock faster. “Fuck your pussy like you need it. I want to hear you scream as you orgasm.”

My hand pumps faster, needing to come with her. She whimpers and moans as she pleasures herself.

I’ve never been this jealous before. Jealous that she’s pleasuring herself, and I’m not there to do it myself.

“God, Spencer. I’m so close.” Her whimper eggs me on.

“Come for me, baby.” I grunt out.

My balls tighten and my muscles clench as my need grows.

She lets out a long moan, chanting my name like she’s trying to conjure me into her room. I close my eyes and groan as spurt after hot spurt of come coats my stomach and chest.

Damn, I didn’t know how much I needed this.

I grab my towel and clean up my mess.

She sighs. “So, I guess you need to get dressed, huh?”

I chuckle and look at my suit. “Yeah, but just know, I’m thinking about you and thinking about being with you every minute that I’m gone.”

“Yeah, me too.”

We say our goodbyes, and I put on my black suit, white shirt, and black tie.

When I am ready to leave, I knock on the adjoining room door. “Are you guys ready yet?”

Francesca opens the door leading between our two suites, looking like she’s going to a ball and not a wake. Her black dress is long and elegant and her heels are strappy and tall.

“Wow. You look-”

Rhett interrupts. “Perfect.”

He gives me a look that says I better agree with him or else.

I give him a slight nod. “Yeah, perfect.”

I wasn’t going to insult her. Rhett should have known that.

I roll my eyes and pat him on his shoulder. “I was going to say she looks elegant, you dick.”

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