Page 168 of Waiting Game

“But it’s so much fun.”

His jaw turns to obsidian. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any other woman.”

I blink at that declaration and it’s stunningly easy to whisper, “And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted another man.”

I seldom date, but my whole adult life, I’ve used apps likeHooked-Upto take the edge off. My ‘urges’ combined with Gracie’s confirmation that there was great money to be had while working on sex lines was what spurred me on to register with the site.

But I’d gone one step further.

Though Cole has discovered kinks through me, I’ve always known I love being on display.

Thatlook but can’t touchthing gets my juices flowing.

“Have you made a sex tape with anyone else?”

I shake my head, wondering if he knows how special that makes him. But I’d love for himto think about the next time he can touch me. Onlyhim.So this’ll be fun.

He has to prod though. Iamtalking toCole, after all. “Because you trust me?”

I nod.

“You trust me more than any man you’ve dated?”

“I don’t date.”

“You’re dating me.”

I hum.

“There’s a compliment in there, right?”

I smile.

“Thank fuck I’m not alone with this. I swear to God, Mia, you drive me crazy. At least we’re in this together.”

I make a knot of our fingers. “I don’t know how to be ‘together’ with someone. But I’d like to learn to be together with you.”

His eyes narrow as he lowers his mouth to mine again. When his dick brushes my slit, both of us jolt, but then I moan as he starts to ride me. With every thrust, his cock slides through my folds, getting wet with me. Wet with what he brought out in me.

Then, he taps me on the nose with a reprimand of, “You won’t distract me, witch.”

My lips quirk but I let him do as he wants because I don’t feel the need to take control—over months of us talking, I’ve learned that there’s no fun in this for Cole if I don’t get off too.

Multiple times.

The thought almost has me purring, but I prop my head up in anticipation. I’m so ready for him to fuck me that I might combust on the spot.

He doesn’t disappoint.

One second, he’s staring at my pussy, and the next, he’s feasting on it.

I spread my legs wider to give him access to all of me, then I lean down and clutch at his head to make sure that he doesn’t stop.

That he never stops.

I know he must taste his pre-cum but that doesn’t faze him. He eats me out like he’s been fasting for months, munching on me as if I’m his favorite snack. Maybe, given time, I could be…

As his tongue torments my clit with ceaseless pressure, his gaze locks on mine.

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