Page 130 of Inferno

Come on, Charlotte. Think. How would you squirt?

It can’t be impossible for me.

I slide the vibrator back inside me and leave it for a few seconds to adjust to it again.

This time I use my imagination for a different scenario. One like I would write. Our “what if?”

Perhaps up against a bookshelf, with his hand around my throat as he whispers in my ear what a good girl I am for him.

Using his fingers like an expert to melt me into a puddle for him.

“Mmmm.” I let the sensations wash over me as I imagine him licking his warm tongue along my jaw before kissing me.

It’s almost like he’s with me now. I can smell that strong aftershave.

“That’s it, good girl, keep going,” a deep Irish voice whispers in my ear.

I freeze.

It’s just like Jimmy. Husky and delicious.

“Keep your brain wherever it was. Go back there and use the hook on your toy as deep as you can. Find that spot and keep hitting it. Put pressure on your lower stomach if you need to. Let it consume you, don’t fight it. Run with it. Let it take over you.”

Holy fuck, his voice.

I open my eyes, and he tuts.

“Close them. Go back there and do as I say.”

The commanding nature of his voice reminds me of him. So I do as he says.

I push in the toy as far as it will go and I jump when it hits that spot, deep in my core.

“That’s a good girl. Keep going,” he whispers so softly.

Biting down on my lip, I keep going.

“Mmm, look at you.” His voice comes from behind my bed, right at the top of my head, where I can feel his hot breath on my scalp.

I press down my free hand on my lower stomach as I think about Jimmy eating me out, using his fingers and tongue. Telling me how good I am. How decadent I taste.

“Fuck, fuck,” I pant out.

“Ride the wave and make it rain, baby.”

I’m shaking like crazy as I pull the toy out and go again.

A heavy pressure builds up in my core, almost like I’m going to explode.

Liquid drips over my hands, and I keep going. Playing out the scene in my head.

“Good fucking girl,” he tells me, and that sets off the fireworks.

I ride it out completely, focusing on only that, as warmth gushes out of me, all down my thighs. I cry out, almost like a feral animal. As my back arches off the bed, my throat is squeezed, and my head fucking spins.

Every muscle screams in victory as I win, a wave of exhaustion and triumph washing over me.

I pull out the toy and hide my face in my arms, trying to regain my breath.

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