Page 25 of Naughty & Nice

She gasps, her body slumping lower in the chair as she squeezes her eyes closed.

“Oh no,” I warn. “Eyes on me, little rebel. You watch me as I do this to you.”

Reluctantly, her eyes open and they find mine.

Internally, I can hear her screaming “I shouldn’t be doing this” at the top of her voice. But her body is too far gone, she can’t hear it.

I work her just like I did that night in the bathroom, and she’s just as desperate for the release as she was then.

I tease her clit, making her moan and mewl before dropping lower and pushing a finger inside her.

She’s tight. But then I guess she should be, seeing as no man has been inside her before.

My cock aches with the need to be her first, to know exactly how tightly she’d squeeze me.

Before I know what I’m doing, I reach over with my free hand, wrap my fingers around her wrist, and guide her to me. With the blanket hiding her movements, I encourage her to stroke me over my sweats as I work her closer to her release.

I feel like a schoolboy getting his kicks at the back of the classroom. It shouldn’t be enough to get me anywhere close to coming. But only a few seconds in, and I fear it is.

“Oh god,” she gasps as I shift my position so I can push a second finger inside her and rub her clit with the heel of my hand.

“That’s it, I want you to come for me.”

“Wilder.” I’ve no idea if it’s meant to be a warning; all I hear is a moan, a plea for more.

“Are you picturing him watching? Is he joining in too? You could put him out of his misery and let him suck on your nipples as you come all over my fingers.”

Unwilling to let this be over quite yet, I keep her riding the edge of her release. Just when she gets close, I change up my pace, dragging her away from the edge.

“Is that why you were so hot when I sat next to you? Were you reading that and imagining us? Thinking about where last night could have gone?”

“Yes, yes,” she whimpers.

“Maybe Rix and I can make all your Christmas wishes come true this week, huh? Would you like that? Do you want to be a dirty girl for us?”

“Oh my god. Please,” she begs. It could be for her orgasm or for the picture I just painted, or it could be both; it doesn’t matter, it still has me on the verge of coming in my pants.

The closer she gets, the faster she rubs and the tighter she squeezes.

Echoing her desperation to be touched, I lift my hips and awkwardly shove my sweats down over my ass.

“Oh my god,” she pants, her eyes wide as her slender fingers wrap around my shaft.

Her movements slow to almost nothing, but embarrassingly, her touch alone is almost enough.

“Keep going. It feels so good.”

Spurred on by my praise, she does as she’s told.

“That’s it. Fuck.”

Silence falls between us as we lose ourselves in pleasure.

It’s wrong. So wrong. Rix is right inside the cabin.

But also… it’s so fucking good.

“Need you to come for me, Elle. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”

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