Page 29 of My Favorite Girl

Dan watches me, his eyes never leaving my hand, his breathing ragged. “Such a quick learner. Now, imagine your pussy is squeezing around my cock. Can you imagine how good that would feel?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking. I can imagine it so clearly, his cock sliding inside me, hitting all the right spots.

“Are you enjoying this, Ally?” he asks.

I nod, my cheeks flushed and my breath coming quicker. “Yes. I’ve needed this for so long.”

He swallows hard, watching my hand. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Dan leaves his post at the foot of my bed and kneels on the ground beside me, his fingers gently brushing my hair back from my face. “You’re so beautiful, Ally. So sexy. I can’t believe you’ve never done this to yourself.”

I can’t believe it either. I never knew I could feel this good.

“You’re going to be doing this every day from now on, aren’t you? Playing with your pussy. Making yourself feel good.”

I nod.

“And each day, you’re going to imagine my cock is filling you up. Imagine how good it would feel to have me inside you.”

I start to see stars.

“Faster,” he says, his voice like velvet.

My breathing quickens. My heart is racing and I lose myself in the pleasure, my body on fire.

“Faster, Ally. You’re so close. I know you can do it.”

Pure ecstasy bursts through my entire body and I cry out, having no control over how loud I am. Dan smirks, full of satisfaction as he covers my mouth with his hand, protecting us from being discovered. My body arches off the bed as the most intense sensations spread through me.

This is an orgasm? This is what I’ve been missing out on all these years? I’m addicted already. My pussy clenches so incredibly tight around my fingers, and my entire body shakes with pleasure.

As the waves of my orgasm begin to subside, I collapse back onto the bed, my breath coming in gasps.

Dan releases his hand from my mouth, and I look up at him in a daze. What we’ve just done together never should have happened, yet I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. I love the way he praises me for doing something so wrong.

Dan stands up, the smirk gone, replaced with harsh depravity. “Now that you know how to give yourself an orgasm, be a good girl and practice lots. Don’t deprive yourself of what you need.” He walks to the bathroom door, pausing with his hand on the doorknob as he looks back at me. “Don’t enter my bed tonight, Ally. I won’t be able to behave myself after what I just witnessed.”

Chapter 13

Dan

One week later, Saturday, March 10

The moment I realize

We don’t talk about that night, the one that happened a week ago. We both know it shouldn’t have happened. Ally stopped sleeping in my bed altogether because she knows after that display, if we get too close, we’ll give in and have sex. It was by far the hottest night of my life. There was no physical contact, but I got so much satisfaction from teaching Ally about her body and watching her enjoy herself. Sometimes, she catches me watching her throughout the day, mentally replaying the sight of her fingering herself. She always blushes and laughs, telling me to stop looking at her in that way.

I’m so addicted to that laugh. To everything about her.

“Alexandra Hastings?” a female assistant pops her head out of the Juilliard audition room, calling Ally’s full name. “They’re ready for you.”

Ally stands from her chair beside me, stiff as anything. In one hand, she holds her sheet music, along with the neon Queenof Hearts. I love how she carries that card around with her everywhere and how she props it on the piano stand for courage when performing.

I rise from my chair too, taking her free hand in mine. No one sees the way I touch her. We’re the only two people in this waiting room and the assistant is gone. Amabella and Dad wanted to be here for Ally, but she insisted it just be me since I’ve been such a help with her anxiety.

I stroke a lock of blond hair behind her ear and smile. “Hey, take a deep breath. You’ve got this. Show them how amazing you are on the piano.”

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