Page 26 of Square Deal

I shut her up with my thumb working her clit in circles.

Sure, I knew plenty of guys who felt threatened when a lady had a drawer full of silicone dicks, though I could never figure out why. Sex was a team sport. Use every weapon in your arsenal.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” I straddled her, nestling my cock between the lips of her pussy. I didn’t even try to hide the tent in my sweatpants.

“I know, I know. You want me—you can admit it. I won’t judge,” I murmured as ahe whined and bucked her hips

Hannah gritted her teeth as I ground into her. The textured fabric of my sweatpants teased her clit.

She barely got out the first syllable of “fuck you” before she had to bite it back. I brushed her short hair away from her face so shecould get a clear look at the person giving her the best damn orgasm of her life.

Getting little miss perfect all dirty was becoming a favorite pastime of mine.

“Eyes up here,” I clipped as I grabbed the pink vibrator and flipped it on. The soft buzz was drowned out by the downpour of rain on the roof. The noise from the TV faded away, and it was just us. “Show me how you touch yourself,” I said in the menacing tone I saved for the boardroom. The flare of her nostrils and her dilated pupils gave away that it was a huge turn-on. “Touch your tits while I make your cunt feel good.”

Hannah was slow to react, so I snapped my hips, drilling my sweatpants-covered cock against the apex of her thighs. She grabbed onto those sweet swells and squeezedhard,pinching her nipples and twisting them back and forth like a madwoman.

“That’s my dirty girl.”

I pushed down the mattress and draped her legs over my shoulders. She crossed her ankles and bent her knees, pulling me closer to her center. One slow lap of my tongue against her folds, and she was arching her back. I slid the humming vibrator through her seeping pussy and sucked on her clit.

“Oh—Oh, God. Isaac—” Hannah fisted the sheets and writhed back and forth as the orgasm built to a crescendo.

So I backed off.

“What?” she shrieked, sitting up.

I chuckled and slid the tip of the vibrator into her cunt. She dropped back onto the bed like a cinder block. “I never said you could stop touching your tits, Princess. You stop, I stop.”

She muttered a colorful string of profanities aimed at me but did as she was told. I rewarded her with my finger stroking her G-spot, tangling with the vibrator, and stretching her tight pussy. I bent down and swirled my tongue, tapping that sensitive spot until she was screaming.

There we go.She was too quiet last time.

The walls of her pussy fluttered around my finger, and I doubled down, stimulating every nerve possible. Female pleasure was both an art and a science. If they gave out PhDs for being great in bed, I’d be number one with a bullet.

It wasn’t an assumption. It was a fact.

“Fuck,” Hannah Jane moaned. She wasn’t cussing at me this time. It was whispered in reverence to my sexual prowess.

Her thighs clamped down on my head as she rode riptides of pleasure. Best fucking earmuffs in the world.

Finally, her knees tipped open, and she slumped against the pillows. I turned the vibrator off and set it aside. Her lips were parted, and her cheeks were flushed. Hannah’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath.

Hell. Yes. Ma’am.

“Am I dead?” she muttered.

“Sorry to say you’re still stuck with me in your house.” I chuckled. “So yeah, you’re probably in hell.”

She snorted, rolling over and giggling into her pillow. I worked the tight muscles along her thighs before parting her legs and drawing my fingertips through her wetness.

“God, Isaac,” she groaned. “I can’t go again.”

“Pity,” I said as I looked her dead in the eye and popped my fingers into my mouth, sucking off her juices. “Guess I won our little bet.”

She groaned and wrinkled her nose. There was a smattering of freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, still holding on from the summer sun. It was cute.

“How much do I owe you?”

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