Page 80 of Break my Heart

“Pinch your nipples.”

She tweaks the little buds between her thumb and forefinger.

“Now tug them.”

The whimper that slips free from her is like a straight shot to my dick. I’m throbbing. It’s tempting to take out my cock and stroke my hard length.

Instead, I keep my attention focused on her. “Tell me how your pussy feels.”

“Achy.”

“Good. I’m willing to bet it needs to be played with.”

With a groan, she shifts. One hand trails down her ribcage and belly before arriving at her spread legs.

Again, it takes effort to hold myself back.

“Do you play with the piercing when you touch yourself?”

“Yes, but it only gets me so far.” For the first time since we started, her brow furrows. “I can never quite get there.”

“It’s all right,” I soothe, not wanting her to stress. “Let’s test that theory. Keep massaging your breasts. Pinch your nipples. I bet they would look beautiful pierced.”

“I thought about it.”

That image has a groan rumbling up from deep in my chest.

“I want you to rub soft circles around your clit.” My gaze stays focused on the wetness that gathers on her lips as she plays with herself. Her back arches ever so slightly off the mattress. “Does that feel good?”

“It does.”

“Then keep doing it. Tug the piercing. Not too hard. Just enough to send waves of pleasure through you.” I give her time to play. “I want you to caress your lips. Back and forth. Yes, that’s it. Just like that.”

Fuck.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to come.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

And that’s saying something.

All it does is make me realize how special this girl is.

And how much I want to make her mine.

She might not realize it, but I’m already formulating plans in my head. Plans that would probably freak the fuck out of her if she knew. But that’s all right… it can be my little secret.

I’m willing to bide my time.

For now.

I get lost in the movement of her fingers and all the cream she’s rubbing around.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” My voice comes out sounding as if it’s been roughed up by sandpaper. “Maybe I should check for myself.” My hand wraps around hers before I lean forward and bring the digits to my lips, sucking them into my mouth to savor.

“Delicious.” My tongue darts out to lick her fingers, not wanting to miss a single drop of her honey. “Do you think you can get there on your own or do you want help?”

Her brow furrows. “I need help.”

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