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“Permission to speak, but you have to tell me what you want me to do to you, Bailey.”
“I don’t know,” she whispers so softly, I barely hear her. “I don’t know what you are doing to me. What game are you playing with me?”
I ignore her question and tighten my hold on her neck slightly. “Do you want my cock inside you, Bailey?”
Her muffled whimper is all I needed to hear, but Iwantthe words. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to thrust my hard cock deep inside you with long, even strokes?”
“Mmph.”
“Will you soak me with your cum, Bailey?”
“Yes.”
“Will you? Will you come for me like the good girl I know you can be? Or will you be bad and make me pound into you mercilessly, relentlessly, until you are ready to weep for mercy, by not coming all over my dick, which will disappoint me?”
“Ahh,” she pants.
“Which will it be, Bailey?”
“I’ll come for you whenever you want me to.”
“Say my name.”
“Archer.”
“Archer what? What will do you, Bailey?”
“I will come all over your cock, soaking you like a good girl whenever you say the word, Archer.”
“Mm, fuck, yes.” I bite my bottom lip, her words stiffening my cock to the point of it being painful.
Her gaze drops to my mouth, and her lips part. She is ready, waiting for me to kiss her, but that’s not going to happen. I will kiss her when, and only when, I’m ready to drive my cock into her pussy and claim her body and soul.
“Archer,” she murmurs. “What is this?”
“Two consenting adults discussing how spectacular their sex will be. You do consent, remember, Bailey?”
She nods.
“That’s my precious girl. You won’t disappoint me, will you?”
She shakes her head.
I grip her chin lightly and tilt her head up. I’m close enough to press my lips against hers, but I can’t. Not yet.
“I’m glad we had this little talk, Bailey. Are you?”
“Yes.”
I gaze deeply into her eyes and then pull away from her, sitting back. “We are at work now. I’ll see you upstairs.”
I see the crushing disappointment that I’m dismissing her and making her go in alone. It sends a spike of lust straight to my already hard cock.
I wait a beat when she gets out of the car, but the door opens again a few seconds later.
“Owen,” I say. “What are you doing lurking?”
