Page 54 of Pretend
He interrupts me like he’s infuriated.
“You’re telling me your ex hasn’t made you come with his fingers, or with tongue?”
Fingers? Tongue? Can you come with your fingers? You can finish with a tongue?
Jack was a missionary, or bend me over type of guy. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm.
Limits…do I have limits?
I pause, trying to recount every sexual encounter I’ve had with Jack, but then he intrudes my thoughts like he can read my mind.
“You’re safe with me. I would never hurt a woman…unless they want me to. I can promise you that.” His seducing tone softens.
Hurt me? Why would I want him to hurt me?
“Why would I want you to hurt me?”
He snickers, rubbing his chin, and a devilish grin paints across his face.
“Oh darling, the things I would love to teach you.”
Jesus. Say fucking less.
“Teach me.” I dare him. I hold onto him, hooking my arms around his neck, and kiss his lips. I nibble against him. God, his lips are so soft.
“Teach you?”
“Teach me, and give me all your darkest depraved desires. I can take it. I have no boundaries, and if I do, Iwantyou to fracture them.”
He shakes his head in disbelief.
He pulls down my panties slowly like he’s enjoying every second. I bite my lip, my teeth sinking into it so hard that pain strikes back. A small sensual whimper escapes my throat as his fingers glide down my legs. My thighs are already damp from being wet. I haven’t gotten wet like this for Jack…ever.
I look down, and I watch a maskless Daegan take my soaked panties, scrunching them in his palm. He places them under his nose and smells them.
“Fuck, you smell good.” My underwear falls to the floor with my morals. My nipples pointed, goosebumps derived from salacity all over.
“Your pussy is already weeping, baby?” His fingers start at the bottom of my slit, coating himself in my wetness, and when he reaches my clit, flicking it in one swift gesture, a moan slips out from the intense sensitive pleasure. He puts his finger in his mouth and sucks it clean.
I tilt my head to the side, and he grins sadistically.
“Just a fucking taste,” he groans.
God, it’s been so long. So long since I’ve had an orgasm. It feels like it’s been years.
“I can take whatever you give me.”
He hums dark and sweet with satisfaction. “You can take it, huh? Well, now you’re going to have to prove it to me.”
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DAEGAN
“I may feel broken,but please know I want this. I want you. I want tonight. Don’t hold back. No hesitations.” Her nails glide through my back, and she scratches my shoulders.
She’s sad. She’s broken. If she were mine, I would break her again, this time into even more pieces, marking her like she belonged to me. If anyone will break her, it’ll be me, and then I’ll force her to know that those broken pieces are what make her so devastatingly rare.
“Can you fix me…just for tonight?” She asks me with watery eyes.
