Page 111 of Javier

“Making whoopee?”His rich cackles echoed in the room and skimmed over my skin like his sensual caresses, warming me all over. “No way. That’s too tame a name for what I need and what you want.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Lesson number seven. Dirty talk rocks. Always say what you need, how you need it.”

My whole body had flushed to the color of fire.

“I want to fuck you.” He enunciated the words boldly.“What do you want?”

Something wicked and lewd slithered beneath my skin and burrowed in my core, loosening my tongue. “I want you to fuck me, Javi.” Dirty, so dirty the words that singed my lips. “I want to fuck you, too.”

“Perfect.” His praise fizzed and bubbled in my veins like the fine champagne we’d abandoned outside. “Now, lean back. Scoot up on the bed and lie down.”

The authority in his voice had a thrilling effect on my body. I may not like being bossed around during the day, but tonight I didn’t want to think or make decisions. Javier’s alpha maleness was a huge turn-on. Having him as my coach and teacher was hotter than hell. Keeping my gaze glued to his face, I laid down on the bed.

“You are so beautiful,” he breathed, his chest expanding along with his smile. “I love your gorgeous face, your naked body, your soft skin. I love your mouth, your breasts, your pussy. Where do you want me to put my cock?”

“You know.” I gave a little shrug, but the words still stuck in my throat.

“Say it,” he rumbled. “Say it to me.”

I’d always been an excellent student. “I want you to put your cock in my pussy.”

“You make me so hard when you talk dirty.” The intensity that glinted in his eyes was dark and seductive. “Take it up a notch. Try something else.”

“Um…” I came up empty.

“Tell me what you want,” he explained patiently. “For example, you could ask me to slide my cock in your tight, wet pussy and fuck you until you scream yourself hoarse and I have no more come left to give.”

Sounded like an excellent idea.

“Javi.” I fought to even my voice. “Put your cock in mytight wet pussy and fuck me until I scream myself hoarse and you have no more come left to give.”

“Look what you just did to my dick.” He grinned and waved a hand over his groin. “Now show me your pussy.”

“My pussy?” I may have gawked. “But… you’ve already seen it.”

“I have, but now I wantyouto show it tome.”

His tongue and his fingers had been inside of me before. His mouth had ravaged my sex and driven me to bliss. Why did I feel shy all of the sudden?

Old programming.Be a good girl. Don’t be crass. Be a lady. Close your legs, keep them closed. Prissy Missy was trying to stage a comeback.

Nope.

She wasn’t allowed back. I wasn’t going to sabotage the new me. I bent my knees, parted my legs, and exposed myself to him.

“More.” His eyes gleamed. “Show me more.”

I braced my feet far apart and showed himeverything.

“You’re fucking exquisite.” He made no bones of gaping at me. “Your pussy was built for fucking. It was made for me.”

The object of his admiration only got wetter by the second.

“Lesson number eight.” His voice came low and husky. “A woman’s pussy is a wonderful creation. Yours is fucking gorgeous. Look at me, Angel.”

I lifted my eyes to his, but it was hard to focus when he reached out, traced my seam with his fingers, then sank them between my folds and slid on my own juices to glide back and forth.

I moaned. He felt so good.

“There’s no point to being modest in the bedroom,” he said. “Don’t be shy, Angel. Let me touch, smell, lick, and tasteyour gorgeous pussy. Let me hear your every reaction. Let me drown in your juices and fill my breaths with your scent.” He withdrew his touch. “Show me what you like and how you get yourself off.”

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