Page 108 of Pick Me

My breath came fast. “But I’m horny,” I hissed.

“I’m aware. Your pussy is glistening against the light. You’re so wet at the mere thought of my cock, aren’t you?”

Was I?

“Show me.”

That made me pause. “Show you?”

“Yes.” The command was firm. “Sit up, open your legs, and show me just how wet you are.”

My body trembled at his words.

Could I do this?

Yes.

My skin prickled as I eased myself into a sitting position, but even then, my thighs remained pressed together, Jackson’s intense gaze daring me to give in and do as he commanded.

“Open them.”

I wasn’t sure if it was a reminder or a test, but either way, I was going to do it. Sucking in a breath, I slowly spread my legs, my entire body burning with anticipation.

Cool air hit my exposed skin, sending a wave of shivers through me.

Jackson groaned, a sound so primal it sent another wave of anticipation through me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice almost reverent. “You look fucking phenomenal.”

I bit my lip, my chest rising and falling quickly. No matter how many times he praised me, it always made me shudder.

“I can’t wait to sink inside you again,” he groaned. “To feel you gripping me, taking every inch.”

I whimpered, my hips jerking forward.

“Fuck your fingers,” he commanded.

Without hesitation, I dipped my fingers lower, sliding them to my center, and my back arched at the instant relief.

“Don’t touch your clit.”

I shuddered, grinding on my fingers, the pleasure so intense it nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.

“That’s it. Ride your hand.”

My hips moved on their own, finding a rhythm that made my body hum.

“Mmm. I can’t wait to eat that pretty little pussy of yours again,” he rasped, making my pussy clench, my body reacting to every filthy promise he made.

“To roll your clit against my tongue… to taste you.”

I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. I was too focused, too lost in the pleasure and furiously working my hand harder, chasing that high.

My wrist ached, my body tensed; I was close to coming, but I didn’t want it to end. Jackson needed to tell me when.

“Take your fingers out of your pussy.”

I whimpered, my body slumping against the mattress as I did what I was told. So close. I was so close. My fingers teased against my center, tapping lightly to keep the spark alive.

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