Page 45 of Dirty Play

“You were fucking soaked, Livia,” he growls. “Your pussy was begging for me, and I want it so bad, baby.”

“Please,” I moan, my voice raw and pleading.

“Please what?” he replies, the dominant edge in his tone making my heart race.

“I need to touch myself.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth right now. But I’m so far gone that I’m past the point of caring. I’m trembling, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, the soft authority in his voice igniting something deep within me. I hear his hand start moving again, and I don’t need to be told twice. My fingers find my clit again, swollen and throbbing.

“Oh my god,” I breathe out.

With every stroke, I climb higher, teetering on the edge until, finally, I succumb to the wave crashing over me.

“That’s right. Let it all go.”

A moan escapes my lips, and Rowan’s voice swells in my ear, guiding me through the pleasure.

“Show me how good you make that pussy feel for me,” he grits out, and the strain in his voice is enough to pull me under just as much as his words do.

As I spiral into bliss, I hear him grunting on the other end, the sound primal and raw.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls, and I can almost picture him, a dark silhouette in the shadows, muscles taut and demanding as he fists his cock. It drives me higher, his presence mingling with the pleasure, pushing me to the brink.

Together, we come undone, breathless and entwined in a haze of ecstasy. The world around me fades away, leaving only the two of us, and the waves of pleasure crash over me.

But as the final waves of pleasure recede, reality crashes back like a tidal wave. I gasp, blinking rapidly as clarity returns.

“Oh, god,” I whisper. What have I just done? My heart races, and I feel the heat flooding my cheeks.

I just had phone sex with Rowan.

“This can’t be happening,” I say breathlessly.

I hear him chuckle softly on the other end, the sound dripping with satisfaction.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t expect it to feel that good?”

My breath comes in quick bursts as I scramble for words. “This is not going to happen again.” My voice is back, the bite in it slowly returning.

“Don’t tell me you regretted that,” he teases, satisfaction evident in his voice.

I sit up, the embarrassment washing over me in waves. “I’m serious, Rowan! This is the first and last time something like this happens.”

“There she is. My hellcat.” Rowan’s laugh is low, dark, and utterly intoxicating.

My heart races as anger and lingering desire flood through me.

I grit my teeth, his words stirring that reckless spark inside me.

“I can’t believe this. This isn’t who I am.”

“It is now,” he murmurs, his voice thick with temptation. “You can’t say you didn’t like it.”

“Stop,” I insist, feeling the flush of shame and anger heat my cheeks. “This is so wrong!” I’m torn between wanting to scream at him and wanting to crawl back to him.

“It is,” he says. “Yet that need to push the boundaries. It’s thrilling, isn’t it?”

I can’t answer, the mix of emotions swirling inside me are overwhelming.

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