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“Shit,” she mutters under her breath.
I chuckle. “Yeah. You’ll think twice the next time you decide to try to tease me.”
“You’re not really going to go to the bathroom with me, are you?”
“Every time. Maybe I should cuff you to me or get one of those harnesses people put on their kids or a leash. How about a collar and a leash?”
She shudders. “Not a chance.”
I laugh. “So, what’s it going to be? Are we going to sleep, or do you want to come first? Such a greedy girl after I gave you more than one orgasm just a few hours ago. You must be really curious about what it will feel like to have your pretty bottom plugged.”
The way she arches her entire body off the bed and moans at my suggestion makes me rethink my plans to use butt plugs as a punishment. Apparently, she’s kinkier than she knew. I’m good with that.
I bend down and reverently kiss her nipples one at a time. “Touch yourself, baby,” I encourage.
She hesitates, but she’s breathing heavily. I’m pretty sure I could dirty-talk her into it without too much effort.
When she brings her unsteady hands to her stomach, I smile. “Slide your fingers up to your breasts, baby. Show me how you like to touch your nipples.”
She bites into her bottom lip.
I close the distance and flick my tongue over one swollen bud.
She finally relents, moaning softly as she cups her full breasts before thumbing her nipples.
“Good girl. Close your eyes.”
She blows out a breath as she obeys me. I think she’s relieved not to have to watch me as she masturbates.
“That’s my girl. Go into your head. Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”
She obeys and squeezes them between her thumbs and pointers.
“Good girl… Mold your hands around the globes, baby. Feel how full they are. In a few months, they will be larger, heavier, and tender. Your nipples will start to lengthen.”
She arches her chest off the bed as I talk dirty to her. In reality, my words aren’t really dirty. They are statements of fact, but Arianna is turned on by the idea of being pregnant because I’m nudging her that way.
I continue, keeping my voice low and steady. “Imagine how full they will be a few days after you give birth, filled with milk, heavy and dripping. I’ll start pumping you even before that to prepare them. You’ll be so engorged between milkings.”
She’s panting as she plucks at her nipples.
“Slide your right hand down to your belly.”
I love how quickly she obeys me, flattening her palm on her stomach.
“Imagine how it will feel when that’s no longer flat. Soon, you’ll have a little pooch that will grow and swell with my child.”
She digs her heels into the mattress and tips her head back. “Dallas…”
Feeling triumphant, I continue, “Slide your fingers lower, baby. Drag the tips through your folds. Gather your wetness and use it to stroke your clit.”
She whimpers, but she does as she’s told. Her fingers are trembling as she circles her clit and then flicks it. She’s so turned on that her pussy is glistening with her arousal.
“Do you usually thrust your fingers into your tight cunt to come, baby?”
She shakes her head.
“Do you ever use a vibrator or a dildo?”
