Page 84 of The Future Play

Then finally, there’s the softest brush of his fingers against my opening. He glides them up, smiling as he watches me.

“You like it when I call you my good girl?”

“Yes. I love it. I’ll be perfect for you.”

“I have no doubt.” He shifts down farther, spreading my legs wider. “Good girls show me how much they like what I’m doing. I need to hear you scream and cry out. Otherwise, I won’t know you’re enjoying it. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Those words are a hit of straight dopamine.

But they’re nothing compared to how I feel when his tongue swirls around my clit.

My ass launches off the bed, but he grabs my thighs, holding me tight to him.

“Yes, more,” I whine, letting him know what I want—how good this is.

One hand slips off my thigh, then one finger swirls aroundmy opening, and with his mouth on my clit and one finger pushing inside me, I’m lost in ecstasy.

I stop thinking—stop worrying—and completely let go.

Words and noises burst out of me, but I don’t know what they are—other than words of affirmation. Begging for more.

My body flushes and tingles.

No one has ever gotten me so close, so fast.

But no one else has ever made me feel like Jamie, and that matters.

God, it matters so damn much.

He’s perfect. We’re perfect.

“Jamie, Jamie… yes. I—ah.” I cry out, pulling my legs up to give him more access. Then I glance down at him, and it’s all over. “I’m coming… oh my god. Yes. Yes. Jamie.”

My body convulses as my orgasm rips through me. Jamie doesn’t stop, he works me until I’m shuddering from how oversensitive my clit is, but rather than stop, he simply lifts his lips and replaces them with his fingers.

Slowly, he shifts so he’s lying next to me, lazily kissing my neck as he continues to stroke my sensitive clit.

“That’s one,” he rumbles, voice dripping with sex.

I reach for his cock, but he stops my hand. “Not yet. It’s still your turn. I got to feel it. Now I want to watch you fall apart for me. Can you come again for me? Can I watch your beautiful body as you shatter?”

“Yes. Please.” I’m a desperate, sloppy mess, and I love it. I love feeling free, owning my sexuality, and feeling so rooted in my body.

He flicks his thumb over my clit. “How can I get you there?”

“Fuck me with your fingers while you play with my clit.”

“Mm.” He nips at my neck. “My girl knows what she likes.”

Two fingers press against my entrance, and I grind into the touch.

“Please, can I have what I want?”

A feral grin crosses his lips. “I can just imagine you on your knees, begging for my cock. But not yet.”

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