Page 31 of Ditching the Dragon (Fated Dates)

“Fucking hell, Annie,”he groans. His idle fingers sink inside the mattress to claw the fabric.

“Wick?” I whisper.

“Don’t you stop, gorgeous. Two fingers this time.”

I do as he asks, sweeping two fingers through my pussy and parting the digits to show him my opening. He strokes faster and faster, his shaft fully hard and straining in his hands.

“That’s it, exactly like that. Roll your fingers over your clit with each stroke. I’m going to match the rhythm.”

He lets me set the pace, his hand moving with mine.

“I wish you were naked. I bet your nipples are rock hard. Faster, Annie,” he grunts.

I oblige, moving to insert them into my cunt.

“No,” Wick demands, the tone harsh. “The only way you come with something in you is if it’s my cock. In fact, from now on, if you want to come, you call me. You don’t orgasm otherwise.”

“Wick,” I whine.

“Your orgasms belong to me now. I’m responsible for you, and that includes your physical needs. Do not. Touch yourself. Alone. You’remine.”

My fingers stutter over the last word.

He growls at my response. “You are mine.Rub your swollen little clit because I tell you to. Because I’m telling you to get off. Show me what’s mine. Let me take care of what’s mine.”

My head drops back onto the pillows, and my arm droops.

“Focus, Annie,” he snaps. “Faster. Soak that pretty pink pussy for me.”

His cock is an angry red, the head bulging in his fingers.

“Almost there, gorgeous. A little harder. That’s it. Fuck, I need to be inside you again. Being apart is torture. All I think of all day is your face when you come and the smell of your neck.”

My breathing speeds and my skin warms. My gaze droops as I force myself to keep watching Wick jack himself, even though I’m desperate to close my eyes and focus on his voice.

“That’s it. Just like that,” he murmurs. “Look at how your body’s reacting. The muscles in your thighs are straining. Fuck, I love your curves. You’re the definition of seduction. I could ravish you and not come up for days.”

I let out a thin whine, and his dark chuckle amplifies the tension in my nerves.

I’m a slingshot, stretched as far as I can go, but only he can release me.

“Not yet, Annie. A little more.”

His hand slows to a steady, harsh pace, and I focus on it so intently I swear I can recreate it.

“Almost there, mate. So close. Focus on your clit now. Both fingers.”

My fingers fly, and I have to breathe through the surge of endorphins as my body rides the edge of ecstasy.

“Watch me, Annie, and you can come.”

My eyes meet his through the phone, and his dedicated focus is all it takes.

I’m floating so close to the high. It’s as simple as his attention to shoot me into the air.

I come hard, panting and mewling while my spine bows.

But I never drop his eye contact.

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