Page 97 of The Hookup Situation
“Take your panties off for me,” I order, my voice rough, desperate even. “Show me what’s mine.”
She props her phone up on a pillow, then hooks her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them away. Then she repositions the phone, putting me back between her legs. The sight of her bare, almost breaks me.
“Good girl.” I growl. “Now, I want you to do exactly what I say. No rushing. No coming until I tell you. Understand?”
“Yes.” She bites her bottom lip, and I love how eager she is to do this with me.
Fuck, I can’t wait to ruin her.
“I’m so turned on,” she whispers, and it’s music to my ears.
“Touch yourself,” I say. “Slowly. Just like that.”
She rubs circles on her clit, her hips rocking with her so slowly and sensually.
“Now slide your fingers over your hole, sweetheart, before returning back to that clit. Damn, you’re so wet. And you look so damn beautiful, teasing your wet little cunt.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“One finger, Jules. And curl it.”
She does as told. Her finger traces the outer edge of her slit before she plunges inside.
“You feel that at the end? That’s your G-spot, sweetheart. Massage it.”
Her breath is coming faster now. “I’ve never felt that before.”
“Mmm. Enjoy the sensation. That’s it. Palm your clit and rock up into it,” I encourage her. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It’s … it’s so much,” she whispers. “I want you. I want you so bad.”
“I know you do,” I mutter. My cock aches with need. “But don’t you dare come, Jules.”
Her head falls back as she moans softly, and she takes her time working herself. “Oh God,” she whimpers.
“You want more, don’t you?” I ask.
“Yes,” she admits.
“Good. Add another finger for me. Show me how you fuck yourself when you think about me.”
Her free hand grips the edge of the bed as she adds a second finger, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
“I can’t keep going,” she says breathlessly. “I’m already too close.”
“Not yet,” I tell her. “But let’s go to the very edge together.”
Her body trembles with need. “Please,” she begs, her fingers working her cunt furiously. “Please, let me come.”
“Patience is a virtue,” I say.
“And what if I don’t listen?”
“Then I’ll punish you,” I say.
“Oh my God. Is this domination play at the same time?”
I give her a simple nod.
