Page 60 of Mensa's Match

I knew because of his earlier words, but I traced my slit. “I know because I felt it.”

“You felt it when, baby? Were you so wet for me that it covered my finger and yours?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes.”

“Do I do that to you?”

“You know you do.”

“Should I drive one finger or two inside you right now?”

I chuckled. “Two, but why not three?”

“So greedy, baby.”

“For you, always.”

He made a satisfied hum. “Mmm, your pussy is always ready to go. Let me see what happens when I suck on your tit and finger you at the same time.”

“Mensa,” I wheezed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You need me to pinch that nipple, don’t you? Or would you rather I bite it?”

Dammit.I’d never done anything like this before, but my fingers found my taut nipple and I pinched and rolled it with more force, imagining it was Mensa doing it.

“You’re breathing pretty hard there, Blume.”

“I’m gagging for your hard cock, Mensa.”

“Good things come to those who wait, baby. You want me to rub circles on your clit, or flick it? Maybe with my tongue?”

It was like his words were a direct instruction to my fingers, and I flicked my clit. “Flick it,” I breathed.

“That’s what I thought. You like it like that don’t you?”

“Mmm,” I hummed.

“I’m throwing your legs over my shoulders, dragging your sweet pussy right to my mouth. Yeah, your clit needs some attention.”

With his words, I rubbed at my clit like never before. I felt it building, and moaned.

“What do you want, Whitney?”

“Suck it, lick it, do whatever you want. I need your mouth.”

“Damn right you do.”

I pictured Mensa going down on me. Seeing as he’d done it roughly fourteen hours ago, the picture was pretty fresh in my mind. My body tensed, and an orgasm came over me.

“Oh my God,” I moaned.

“That’s right, baby. Come on my tongue. Lapping all of that up, while I jack my cock.”

“You gonna let me jack your cock?”

“Only way you’re jacking me, is if you take me in your mouth.”

“Done, baby,” I murmured.

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