Page 6 of His Secret Toy
She’s soaked. I haven’t given her permission to come. Not even once. Every time she nears the edge, I pull away. I make her wait.
“Roman, please.”
“You talk when I ask you something. Not before.”
I move closer. Her ankles twitch as I press my mouth to the inside of her thigh—slow, just pressure, nowhere near where she needs it. Then I speak low, just against her skin.
“You came here because you want this,” I say. “You got in the car knowing exactly what this was.”
She nods fast, lips trembling.
“Tell me what you want.”
“To come.”
“Then say it like you mean it.”
“I want to come,” she breathes. “Please.”
I slide one finger over her clit—soft, rhythmic strokes—and her legs jerk. I hold her down with my free hand, wrist pinned to her hipbone.
Harper parts her lips in a sharp gasp, looking up at me. She lets out a soft, breathy moan as I push my hand harder against her. The sound of her needy moans sink into my brain, lowering my self-control.
“I decide when you’re done,” I tell her.
She cries out, and I don’t stop.
I press my mouth inside her at last, tongue working until she gasps. Her whole body tightens. She’s there. And I hold her there for too long.
Her hips stutter. She sobs with pleasure.
Still, I don’t stop sucking and slurping.
She’s shaking now. Her thighs twitch under my grip. I keep my mouth on her, slow and deliberate, until her cries break down into gasps she’s trying—and failing—to swallow.
She doesn’t ask again.
She begs with her body, pushes herself into my mouth, rocking my tongue with her hips. And that’s what I wanted.
I press two fingers against her clit while I hold her hips down and flick against her clit with pressure. Tight, perfect rhythm. Her moans grow even harder.
She’s right on the edge again.
I slow, just to watch her break.
As I do, I catch a glimpse of my handwork, her entrance twitching ever so slightly for more of me.
I draw in a breath, struggling with the need of having my cock buried in those wet pussy lips and tight ass.
“Don’t,” she whimpers, voice wrecked. “Please don’t stop again—”
I lean up, my mouth just beside her ear. “You’re not done until I say so.”
She whines, breath catching on every word. “Roman, please…”
I chuckle, licking her wetness off my lips. “You like being used for my entertainment like this?”
She nods. Her cheeks are soaked now. She’s not hiding it.
