Page 135 of Butterfly Effect

“Yourcock?” His eyebrows raise halfway up his forehead.

My neckline deepens with two more opened buttons. I confirm with a hum, cupping over the terrycloth. “Mine.”

His eyes gasp with a fluttery blink. “Fuckingfuck.”

“That’s not an answer.” I tighten my grip around the fat, heavy length.

A hiss follows. “No.”

“Good boy.”

He gulps, but the corner of his mouth twitches, twinning with his dick in my hand.

“Towel off.”

Wade drops it with a cartoonish speed, and his pink, rigid cock slaps his abs.

“Now turn around.”

Chocolate brown eyes brightening, he does as he’s told. “Should I bend over?”

The little brat thinks he’s cute.

Tongue wetting the seam of my lips, I deny him. “On the bed. Hands and knees.”

A fiery blush licks up his neck to the top of his ears. “What—?” His question dissolves, mouth agape as he watches me retrieve something from my pocket before the wool coat slips from my bare shoulders. Pupils blown, he gawks at the black harness cupping my pussy, unaware of how soaked I am. I pivot slightly, allowing a view of me adjusting the metal snap that secures the strip of leather lining my ass.

His statement is a barely audible breath. “Fuck me.”

“Soon.” Recognition of the black satin satchel strikes something wild in his heated gaze. Metal clinks and clangs when I pull the straps on my hips tighter, the fit deliciously nipping into the delicate flesh there. “But not yet.”

Brash confidence surges through my explosive smile.

“Face down, Pretty Boy.”

Chapter 23

Can I Tell You A Secret?

Wade

A singular feather-lightstroke starts at my ankle, then traces the arc of my calf and continues the climb up the back of my thigh.

Divots form in the mattress where my knees shift. The cotton sheets cool the flush on my cheek, pinpricks bursting through the dew of sweat as Gabe repeats the motion on the other leg.

The large mirror in the corner confirms our positions. A sheathed dildo, resting lifeless on the bed. Me, ass up. Raw, exposed. Her, anchoring behind me. Shoulders back, chin confident. A pristine picture of submission and dominance.

She traps me with a molten gaze.

Everything tightens.

Her touch lingers on my ankle. When she replaces it with her mouth, I choke on air.

“Good?”

My answer hangs through a breath.

“G-good.”

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