Page 132 of How to Win the Girl

The way my gagging turns him on.

I can picture it all in my head, the vibrator between my legs only making the desire worse. It’s no longer satisfying just having the blue bullet between my legs; I want a hand on my breasts, too.

Sliding my free palm up my stomach and under my sweatshirt, I reach my underboob and move up the plump flesh, forefinger and thumb plucking at my own nipple as if it were Drake’s hand doing the work.

In my mind it is.

In my mind, he’s between my legs and making me feel this way. Drake’s about to make me come.

I try not to change the speed of the vibrator, wanting to come—needing it again. So tempting to make it hum faster; so tempting to make ittsst tsst tsstin a different rhythm.

No.

I can’t change the speed because then it’ll be over.

I gotta draw it out.

Slow it down, Daisy, what’s the rush.

The rush is those rich brown eyes. The lopsided grin.

The deep, shiver-inducing voice.

The way he likes it when I lick my lips.

He’d been fidgeting and one of his hands had disappeared during our chat.What had he been doing, touching himself?

I get him hard.

An empowering fact. A confidence-boosting fact.

I move the vibrator a fraction to the right. It won’t do if it’s resting right on my clit, no, no, no, that’ll get the job over and done with.

Head tipped back, I kick at the covers so I can spread my legs.

Drake had spread my legs in the bathroom—used his broad shoulders to keep them apart, going to town on my pussy as if it were his job. As if it were the reason he followed me to the bathroom and barged his way in.

He smelled good.

Felt incredible.

The guy knows how to kiss.

That kiss alone could make me come.

I used to think I didn’t want a man going down on me—few of my boyfriends ever did. If you count them crouching down there and licking me a bit, giving up after a few minutes, then crawling up my body to slide their dick inside…

I blush thinking about the ineptitude and the lack of practice and how I always thought it was normal for a guy to be lazy. I thought it was normal for them to touch my boob a few seconds, give it a squeeze, and expect that to sufficiently turn me on enough.

Yeah.

No.

No wonder I hadn’t really enjoyed sex.

Obviously I have no idea what sex with Drake would be like, but if the oral is any indication…

I squirm.

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