Page 114 of Torrid Passion
On a groan, she turns her face toward me. “Something tells me you could do it masterfully.”
I reward her with a claiming kiss, my tongue mirroring in her mouth what my fingers are doing to her clit.
“You’re absolutely drenched, Kyla,” I whisper in her mouth.
“Your touch makes me lose my fucking mind,” she whispers in my mine.
My balls tighten.
I focus on her clit, skating over it again, and again, and again.
“Shit,” she hisses.
“It’s that good?” I ask as I push against her clit, trapping all the blood there.
“Oh, God, Loki, this is too good,” she wails.
“Don’t fight it.”
She lets outa low grunt.
“That's it, my little slut,” I murmur. “Show me how much you appreciate my hand against you.”
Kyla starts rocking against my finger. It’s slow at first, but in no time, I pick up the pace.
Back-and-forth.
Back-and-forth.
Her body jerks with each hard thrust forward.
“Good girl,” I encourage. “Give in to it.” My lips are a mere inch from her ear.
“Oh, shit.” Her legs start trembling.
“I got you.” My hand tightens around her waist holding her firmly in place. “Take your pleasure from me,” I order as I grind my hard cock against her more forcefully.Fuck.“You're such a dirty little slut. My dirty little slut.”
“Oh, God, yes I am.”
“Whose dirty slut are you?”
“Yours,” she pants.
“Don't ever forget it.”
“No. Never.”
“One of my many, many, many recurring fantasies since last week––”
“Now you’re pulling my leg,” she lets out a small laugh.
“You have no idea,” I set her straight.
“Oh.”
“As I was saying, I’m consumed with the idea of teasing your clit with the head of my cock instead of my fingers or tongue. It would be so hot for both of us to look down and watch as my huge veiny cock plays with your hard clit until you come.”
“Loki,” she rests her head back against my chest, closing her eyes.
