Page 91 of Passenger Princess

"Right now?"

"Right now, Princess," I say, the voice stern and heated. When I quickly look at her, there’s a flush on her cheeks.

"Uh, he, uh..." She takes a deep breath and shifts a bit in her seat before she speaks, confidence in her words once more. "They're on a bed. She's naked, he's dressed. He's fingering her."

"How does it make you feel?" I ask, my voice gravelly even to my own ears.

"Hot," she whispers. "Really hot."

"Read it to me."

"What?"

The word comes out in a nervous squeak, and I roll my lips into my mouth to stop a smile from coming to my lips. I don't want to discourage her at all, but she's too fucking cute.

"Read your book to me. I can't read it, I'm driving. I could use some entertainment."

"Jaime, I can't?—"

"You can, I'll reward you, baby." The unspoken promise hangs in the air, and it must be what she needs to entice her because she takes a deep breath before lifting the book and beginning to read.

"With a guttural moan, one I've never heard, her head tipping further back into the sheets, her back leaving the bed, she comes,"Ava reads, her words breathy."And with her orgasm comes a gush of liquid, continuing as I refuse to stop rubbing her."Fuck. I didn't realize there was fuckingsquirtingin this book.

"Have you ever done that?" I ask her.

"Done what?"

"Squirt. Has a man ever made you squirt?"

Her head shakes before she answers out loud. "No."

"Mmm. We'll have to fix that sometime, won't we?"

"Oh, god," she breathes out, her legs shifting.

"Spread your legs, baby," I say, my voice low. "Keep reading and spread your legs."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb. You're a smart woman, I know you heard me." Then I reach over, the tips of my fingers moving to the waistband of her loose sweatpants and dipping below them before waiting, my hand stopping on the soft skin of her belly.

And then she spreads her legs like I asked. I don't move until she starts reading again, though.

"'Fuck, Zoe. That's it, baby. Goddamn, you should see yourself. Holy fuck,’ he says. 'It's too much, oh god, fuck, I… I need you inside.'"With her words, my fingers slide down, circling her clit gently, and she sighs but keeps reading."I oblige, my fingers moving in, pressing against her G-spot once more, and the moan that leaves her lips is pained. 'No, no, just fuck me, please!' Her hips are moving restlessly, lifting to get more despite her words, and I know she's already back on the edge."

Now I see why she likes to read this stuff. I reward her good behavior by sliding my fingers down, sliding one finger inside her, slowly fucking her. She's soaked already, and I wonder how much of it is the book and how much is the act itself.

"Oh, my god," she whispers, and when I look over, her head is back, eyes closed, and her book is starting to slip in her hands.

"Eyes open, Princess. Keep reading."

"Oh, god, god, god," she says, her hips bucking, but she keeps reading, even though I think she's lost her spot.

"'That's it baby, fucking gush for me again,' I say low, and I don't think she can even hear me as her head tips back, a loud moan leaving her lips and then cutting out like her lungs couldn't bear to concentrate on working as her cunt squirts once again, soaking my hand and the bedspread."

I want that.

I want to make Ava squirt like that. Not here, not in the car, but when she's spread out on a bed before me, her hair a golden halo around her. When I can watch her gush, then fuck her hard after.

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