Page 173 of Torrid Passion
“Sir, is this not to your liking?”
“I’ve never seen anything more mouthwatering in my life. I was just taking it all in.”
She grins. “It’s all yours. Sir.”
I know I’m the one who masterminded this game, but she just one-upped me. She’s leading me by the nose. Scratch that. She’s leading me by the cock.
I stand up and kneel on the podium behind her. Slowly, I run a finger across her pussy, scooping up her juices. After a few long seconds of me taking my pleasure, I bring my fingers to my mouth. I suck her taste off them, slurping in a lewd manner.
“God, I love it when you do that,” she groans, allowing herself to slip out of character.
“You’re so wet. Do you get this wet for all your clients?” I keep the game going.
“No, sir. There’s something about you…”
“You like me?”
“I shouldn’t admit this…”
“It’s just the two of us. You can tell me. I won’t breathe a word to a soul.”
“Promise?”
“It’s our little secret,” I grin.
“If sir must know, I’m quite fond of him,” she says in a velvety voice.
“Are you now?”
“You’re one of my most attractive clients—and fittest. I’m sure underneath the bespoke clothing there’s so much to discover…”
“You have no idea,” I husk. “Can I insert a finger inside your pussy, or will it cost me?”
“I’d normally have to charge you an extra two hundred dollars, but I’m willing to make an exception… because you’re so sweet.”
“Lucky me.”
I slide three fingers inside her.
Her breath hitches.
She’s so fucking wet.
I love knowing she’s as turned on as I am.
“Is sir cheating?”
“Clever girl. I think I might be a little greedy.”
“I think sir isverygreedy.”
“As a general rule of thumb, three fingers are better than one.”
“Hmmm,” she moans. “I can see why.”
I pump in and out a few times before pulling my fingers out of her. I slow things down. I have to. If I don’t, I’ll come inside my boxer briefs. I trace wide circles around her pussy, purposely keeping my touch as light as a feather.
“You do that so well, sir,” she hisses.
