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He’s gentle, gentler than I damn well want him to be, playing with each nipple like he’s got all the time in the world. He’s hard under my ass, and I wriggle on him, hoping to hurry him up, but of course it doesn’t fucking work. By the time he finally moves his hand between my legs, I’m absolutely soaked.

He makes a satisfied noise as he discovers it. “You’re always ready, aren’t you? Tell me—” He plunges two thick fingers into me, and I moan. “—how often did you touch yourself before I stopped letting you?”

“Three or four times a day.” I let every bit of deprivation into my voice. “You hardly let me come at all. It’s torture.”

His low laugh shoots straight to my clit, which he still hasn’t touched. “That’s greedy. You’re a greedy girl. But maybe I should let you touch yourself, just this once. Would you like that?”

He thrusts his fingers out and in but still doesn’t touch my clit. It’s infuriating, and I’m done with having pride for now. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

I’ve missed the touch of my own hand. It’s the cruelest thing, not being able to touch my body how I like.

He pulls his phone out with the hand not currently fucking me and does something. “There. Your cuffs are disabled for five minutes. Make the most of it.”

Oh, I intend to.

My fingers touch my clit, and it’s fucking bliss. Jacob’s fingers keep up their rough, steady pumping as I start to circle with the perfect rhythm I’ve missed. Jacob makes a low, appreciative noise, so I guess he’s enjoying the show.

I could make myself come instantly, but I have five minutes. I want to enjoy this because who knows when I’ll get the chance again? I take it slow, moving my fingers in lazy circles, letting the speed and pressure build gradually.

Soon, I’m panting, little moans coming from my throat as the pleasure builds. I relax into Jacob, eyes closed, almost peaceful as the peak builds. It’s so different from our usual intense sessions. Quiet and more intimate somehow.

I can’t hold back any longer. I speed up just enough, find the tipping point, and slide over the edge, a long whimper coming from my throat as pleasure drenches me from my core right out to my limbs. It’s a gentle wave on a summer day, warming me right through.

God, I’ve missed doing that.

As the high slowly fades, Jacob grabs my hand, brings my fingers to his lips, and sucks them.

Jesus.

I try to pull away from the shock, but his grip is iron, and he keeps sucking until each finger is clean. “Fucking delicious.”

My toes curl at the raw desire in his voice.

More relaxed than I’ve ever been, I could fall asleep right here on his knee, but by the insistent press of his hard cock into my ass, I doubt that’s going to happen. And I’m right. The next second, he flips me off his knee and places me, carefully, on the floor.

I rise up on my knees almost automatically. Jacob shifts forward, legs spread, and looms over me like a god, hands resting on his thighs. There’s a smile on his face as he undoes his belt and trousers, freeing his cock.

“You know what to do.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Jacob

I sit back andwait. Every other time we’ve done this, I’ve been rough with her. Grabbed her hair, controlled her movements, fucked her face. I’m so tempted to do it now, but I hold myself back. I want to see what she’ll do.

She’s so fucking beautiful. If it wasn’t so late, I could have spent hours with her on my knee, listening to her desperate little moans as I played with her. Now, she’s stretched up on her knees, wild pink hair in a messy tangle. I slide my gaze down her body, from the little perky tits to her tiny waist and narrow hips. She’s perfect, and she’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.

Quinn hesitates, frozen and needing some encouragement. I lay a finger under her chin and turn her face up. “Come on. Be my good little girl.”

She blushes, and Christ, I don’t think I could get any harder. She can handle being thrown around and spanked better than any girl I’ve ever met but blushes at a bit of gentle praise as if she’s not used to it. I fucking love it.

She shuffles forward, positions herself over my cock, and takes the tip into her mouth. The warm, wet feel of her is almost too much, and I breathe deep, controlling myself. This won’t take long, but I don’t want to make things too easy for her.

She waits, expecting me to grab her hair and take over. I lace my hands behind my head, letting her know it’s all on her tonight. She gets the message, opens wider, and slides her soft lips down my shaft.

God, she’s amazing, and she’s come such a long way in her training. She’ll always be a brat, but she can be a good girl, too.

“That’s it, love. Just like that. Go nice and deep—show me how well you’ve been practicing.”

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