Page 44 of Dirty Play

His voice is the only thing grounding me as I teeter on the edge. I feel myself building, the tension tightening in my core.

“God,” I gasp, my body begging for release.

“That’s right. Let me hear you,” he urges, his voice a sultry whisper.

The memory of his touch ignites my skin, and the moment I hear his deep moan, I’m done for. It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard, and it has me pressing my fingers harder against my clit, drawing a moan from my chest.

His presence looms large in my mind, overwhelming the final rational thoughts I try to cling to.

“Fuck, you make me crazy.” The sound of his breathing becomes deeper, more ragged. I close my eyes again, feeling the warmth of the moment wash over me, weaving in and out of his voice. I can picture him in my head, his hand wrapped around his cock—big and throbbing as he strokes it.

“Spread your pussy just like I did,” he commands, and I obey, my fingers gliding over my lips, mimicking the motions of his fingers in the bathroom. Each stroke sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me.

“Tell me how it feels,” he urges, his voice dropping to a darker, more seductive tone.

“You did it better,” I admit, breathless. Heat crawls up my cheeks from the admission as his chuckle vibrates through me.

“My fingers felt better on your little clit, hm?”

I shudder at his words, a gasp escaping my lips. The tension is unbearable, the urge to let go mixing with the need to maintain control.

“Yes,” I moan, rubbing my clit harder, remembering his fingers on it.

“Christ, Livia,” he growls, and I can hear his hand working his cock.

My body reacts instantly, heat flooding through me.

“Yes,” I gasp, the image of him hovering over me, devouring me, sending me over the edge.

“Pull your fingers away,” he orders through gritted teeth.

“No,” I whimper, feeling the orgasm build. I don’t want to stop.

“Hand off, baby. I want to hear how desperate you are for me,” he commands, his voice low.

“Please.” I swallow hard, my heart racing.

“Do it, or I’ll come over there,” he urges, the command slipping into something more intimate. “And lick that delicious pussy until you beg me to fuck you.”

How does he expect me to stop touching myself when his words bring me closer and closer to the edge?

“Then take your hand away, too,” I challenge, my voice sounding breathless.

His dark chuckle sends another thrill through me. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies lazily, and the sound of his hand moving stops. “I promised I’d be a good boy, didn’t I?” His voice is like a caress down my skin. “Now it’s your turn to be a good girl, too.”

With a small whine, I pull my fingers away, the sudden absence of touch making me ache.

“Now, tell me,” he drawls. “How bad do you want to come for me?”

“Really bad,” I whisper, feeling the heat in my cheeks.

“Then you need to be a good girl and earn it.” His voice is like black velvet, dark and soft at the same time. “Tell me how my fingers felt on your little pussy.”

“So good,” I whisper again, closing my eyes. My hand resting on my hip is itching to return to my clit.

“Stop hiding, baby,” he urges softly. “There’s no one to hear you but me. Do you know how it felt for me? Like I could breathe again for the first time in forever. I could feel your pulse race when I pulled your panties to the side. Your heart was racing because you knew you wanted it as much as I did. You knew you liked it when I felt how wet I made you.”

“Rowan.” I squeeze my eyes shut, the ache getting unbearable.

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