Page 49 of Glass Omega

“Sheltered, sweet, maybe a bit of a prude.”

His lips cut off my squawk of protest, his teeth gently pulling at my bottom lip and making me squirm underneath him. “I bet you can’t even say the word pussy.”

“I can too!”

“Then prove it.”

I’d read the word enough in my books that it should have been easy to say. Pussy, cock, length, member, cunt, I’d seen them all written in little black words on the screen of my kindle. I’d read so many of them over my years being hospitalized that I figured I was pretty much desensitized to all of it.

But now that I was being confronted, I found my mouth opening and no sound coming out.

This seemed to please Edison to no end because he grinned down at me like a lunatic, strands of black hair flopping into his gold eyes and making him appear more boyish than I’d ever seen him before.

“Say it for me, pet, and I’ll make you see stars. Say: ‘please touch my pussy, Edison.’”

Edison’s fingers slid up so far that if he inched over just a little bit more, he’d be touching me. I didn’t know much about my husband—we’d only had a few weeks together after all—but I knew that if I gave him the chance that he would make every single one of my fantasies come true.

“T-touch my pussy, Edison,” I managed to get out, my words a bit strangled as I felt my face burn with enough embarrassment that surely my skin was starting to match the same red as my hair.

When he didn’t move, my eyes lifted to meet his and found them to be full of amusement. “Why aren’t you doing anything?”

“Because you didn’t say please.”

I was about to scream.

“You’re kidding me.”

“I never kid, Perrie, which you’ll learn soon enough.”

Sucking in a deep, steadying breath, I repeated myself. “Touch my pussy,please,or I swear I’ll go find someone else to do it for me.”

My little jab made the alpha above me growl. “You’ll do no such thing.”

Then he was leaning back, balancing himself on both knees as the fingers of one of his slipped in between moist folds. I gasped with the suddenness of it.

With his free hand he pushed up the chiffon material of my skirt and looked at me, bare and spread underneath him. “I knew it’d be pretty. Did you know how pink and plump this pussy of yours is, pet?”

I covered my face with my hands as he explored, my hips twitching upwards when his pointer finger barely brushed past the sensitive bundle of nerves that sat towards the top of the folds. “And your clit is already so very swollen.”

“It’s embarrassing,” I managed to say, tamping down on the indecent moan that was threatening to leave me.

Because my hands were over my eyes, I couldn’t see Edison’s face but I could hear him chuckle. “You’ll have to get used to it seeing I plan on doing more to you than just touching your clit. Now, let’s find out just how tight you are.”

Before I could ask what he meant by that, his pointer finger which had been ghosting over my clit slipped inside of me, forcing the entrance of my pussy to quickly accommodate the sudden intruder.

It was tight and slightly uncomfortable and I swore I could feel each ridge of the digit as he gently moved his finger from side-to-side. “Very tight indeed.”

Edison’s thumb pressed into my clit and this time I couldn’t hold in the noise of need that leaked from in between my hands.

“Do you like it, Perrie?”

He paused when I didn’t move, his price for pleasure still clear. The burning desire for him to keep going was what finally made me uncover my face and nod. “I do.”

“Good, because I’m going to be the first man to make you come from something other than your own fingers, then I’m going to do it again, but with this instead.” Taking one of my hands in his, he brought it up to the lump in his slacks.

He wants me just as much as I want him,I realized with a jolt as I felt the lump grow stiffer under my touch.

“Are you up for it?” Edison asked, his eyes on where my hand was caressing him.

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