Page 57 of Howl You Doin?
My stomach flip-flops even as my arousal increases. God, why? Why, why, why did I take this job?
“What’s a bit of masturbation among friends?” he continues, his fingers tracing my hip.
I slap a hand over my forehead. “You did not just say that.”
I breathe out a sigh through my nose shakily. All the anger I held onto is completely missing and something inside me just wants this man to put his hands on me, any way he can, no matter how much I may have hated him in the past.
“Okay,” I say to him, ignoring the way arousal spreads in my middle, embarrassed at how all it takes is him spitting bullshit and I melt.
“I can practically see the need coming off you. You don’t take care of your pussy, Whitley.”
“What?” I ask incredulously, wondering what he has seen wrong with it.
He reaches across me, opens the drawer next to the bed and pulls out a dildo—my blue silicone one with ridges that gets me off within five minutes.
Sitting up, he waves it in front of me, then presses the button and fires it up, watching it vibrate in his hand. His eyes go wide and a big grin lifts his cheeks.
“You tell yourself that you don’t need a man, but all you really need is a man to show you.” He reaches his free hand out and tweaks my nipple, staring at my breast as he does. “I won’t fuck you; just let me play with you.”
He holds out the dildo, waiting for me to take it—in more ways than one, I guess. What the hell am I doing?
“Fuck your pussy for me, and I’ll show you how to do it better.”
“You’re not serious,” I blurt, my gaze flicking between him and the vibrating thing.
One dark brow goes up. “Do I need to show you how hard my dick is right now to prove to you how serious I am?”
My body pulsates when he grabs the hard length of it through his jeans. It doesn’t even look like he’s wearing underwear, making it so easy to see the outline of the thick head.
My mouth and pussy instantly water for it.
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The sightof her spreading her thighs makes me want to groan aloud.
I caress her from her knees down, and she lifts her hips for me when I grab the side bands of her panties and slide them down her legs.
She looks nervous with her little blue toy buzzing in her hand, but she bites her lip and lowers it to her clit while looking at me. Her body instantly jolts the moment it touches, and the scent of her arousal sucker punches me in the balls with need.
“Yes, love. Just like that,” I groan, watching her pink pussy quiver as she moves it up and down. “Show me.”
Part of me wants to rush to touch her, to make this woman skyrocket toward her orgasm. I want to know if my reaction is the same as last time, but I’m not leaving this bed until she can’t move.
She lets out a soft breath and my balls tighten.
The urge to take over threatens to kill me, as does my need to be inside her. Already my dick throbs to be within her so badly, especially when a moan slips from her, and I want to hear this beautiful woman do that beneath me.
But I can’t.
I’ve made so many mistakes with Whitley, and I want to gain her trust after everything. No matter that it’s the last thing I want right now. The idea of pumping into her as I bite, kiss, and lick at her eats away at me, but I want her to grow to like me. To have faith in me, even if it means being a little more patient.
Restraint has never been an issue for me—until now.
“Mmm,” she hums as she pushes the head of the toy along her clit, and I move closer to watch.
She dips it inside her sweet pussy, and a groan crawls from my throat. Never have I played with a woman—not like this. While I have always made sure my bed partners reach completion, I’ve never wanted to see it happen on repeat until now. Nor have I ever been this excited about toying with another with pleasure devices—like this.
I will fuck her with toys until she is begging for me to take her.
