Page 62 of Beat around the Bush
“Touch me,” she whispered.
I shook my head. “You’re in charge, baby. Tell me where.”
She grabbed one of my hands from her hips, sliding it in between her legs.
I left my hand where she set it, but didn’t move my fingers. My palm was pressed to her pussy, the fabric of her jeans separating us. “I want to hear you say it, Oak.”
“I want you to touch my pussy,” she said, her cheeks flushing as she clearly felt shy.
My palm pressed harder against her and that little gasp I fucking loved passed her lips. “Yeah? How do you want me to touch you here?”
She looked down at where my hand was pressed against her, biting her lip. “Without my jeans.”
“Stand up,” I instructed, reluctantly pulling my hand away from her.
She did, and I reached forward, working at the button and zipper to tug them off of her. I could see her wetness pooling in her panties, and my mouth filled with saliva at the urge to lick her clean. “Now come back,” I said.
She obeyed, straddling me once again. She was wearing lavender-colored panties that were more lace than anything. I placed my palm back against her pussy just as it was before, awaiting her instruction.
She was so fucking hot against my hand, it was taking all I had in me to contain myself. “Tell me, Oak.”
“In my panties,” she whispered.
Slowly, I slid my hand down the front of her panties, finding her bundle of nerves immediately. I circled it, keeping my eyeson her as her eyelids flickered. Her hips bucked against my hand as I kept my attention on her clit.
“More,” she said through a small whimper.
“How, baby?” I wanted to hear every word pass her lips. I wanted her in control because once she wasn’t, I’d be in the lead, and I couldn’t hold back once our roles reversed.
“Inside me.” Her voice was so soft through her quick breaths.
“Beg for it.”
Her eyes found mine as she continued moving her hips. “Please, Lennon. Please finger my sweet pussy. I want to feel your fingers inside me when I come.”
I reached up to kiss her. “Good girl,” I murmured against her lips at the same time I plunged two fingers inside her.
She gasped louder this time, her body jerking. “Fuck,” she muttered.
I pumped her pussy with my fingers while my thumb put pressure on her clit, my entire hand soaked from her. “You’re so fucking tight, Oakley. I don’t think I can fit another.”
“Please,” she begged, her eyes on my hand as I worked her.
I adjusted my hand, squeezing in a third finger. She moaned, her head falling back as her hips kept lifting up and down with the pace of my hand. “That’s my good fucking girl. Ride my hand, baby. Show me how you come.”
“Lennon,” she gasped as I quickened my pace, my thumb circling her clit quicker.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” My cock was straining against my jeans right below where her pussy was and it took all I had not to rip my zipper open and fuck her with my cock instead of my hand.
Instead of using her words, she lifted the hem of her shirt until it was pulled up above her tits. She yanked the cup of her bra down, exposing one breast. I didn’t need her words to know what she wanted.
I leaned forward the slightest bit, my mouth clamping down on her pebbled nipple. She moaned, holding nothing back.
She looked down at me as I stared up at her, relishing in how fucking perfect she was. She could ride my hand any fucking time and I’d let her as long as I got to see this part of her. Unhinged Oakley was now my favorite side of her.
“Bite it,” she whispered, so softly I barely heard her. My teeth gently found the bud, adding a bit of pressure. Her head fell back as my fingers continued pumping her, eliciting another moan from her.
“Fuck, Lennon, I’m gonna come,” she said, her voice breathy.
