Page 59 of Mensa's Match

I ignored the ‘my woman’ comment, even though it sent a warm sensation through me. “Like you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Seems I’m gonna have to, but you could help me out.”

“By taking off my panties?”

“Yes, because you’re gonna want to touch yourself while you get on your knees and suck my dick like a good girl.”

At his words, without thinking, my hand went to my center.

What was I doing?

“Mensa,” I whispered.

“What?”

“This is insane.”

“You’re right. The size of my hard cock is insane. Your fingers always feel so good wrapped around it.”

“I bet my hot mouth would feel better.”

“Yeah, it would. Did you take your panties off?”

I stood and shoved my underwear to the floor. “Yeah.”

“Yes, sir, you mean.”

My lips quirked. “Yes, sir.”

“Is your nightie silk or satin?”

My nightie was actually soft cotton, but he didn’t have to know that. “Silk.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“I think you’re fibbing, woman. What color is it?”

“It’s purple with little pink roses.”

“Are there spaghetti straps?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Put me on speaker, so your hands are free. Then pull your tit out so I can suck on your rosy nipple.”

His last words riled me up, but I wasn’t good at working solo. Another reason I didn’t engage in phone sex. “Mensa—”

“Whitney, you gotta relax so I can get you off.”

I pulled the phone away, and hit the icon to put him on speaker. “I thought I was getting you off since you wanted me to suck your cock like a good girl?”

A dark chuckle came through the line. “If you’re good, you might get that as a reward. First you’re gonna help me glide my finger through your pussy. Is it wet?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Are you sure? How do you know?”

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