Page 90 of Every Bit As Perfect
“They could.”
“My parents…”
“I happen to know your parents are headed to Mistlevale to pick up the new Christmas linens she ordered.”
I attempted to spin around to face him.
His hands tightened on my thighs, his voice firm.“Stay put.”
A low moan built in my throat.“Are you going to—”
“Going to what?”He spoke low in my ear, his voice sending chills down my spine and arching my back.
I swallowed.Dirty talking was not in my wheelhouse.“Make me…feel good.”
“Mhm.How good do you want to feel?”
“Very?”I squeaked.
“Repeat after me: make me come, Daire.”
“Make me come, Daire,” I repeated in a small voice, my face flaming at the utter audacity of the demand.
“Good girl,” he breathed, his hands running up the inside of my thighs.One hand tore my panties to the side while the other slid along my slit, testing my wetness.“Very good girl,” he rumbled.
I rocked my hips, pushing my pussy into his hand.
He chuckled behind me, his erection prodding my backside.
Despite my doubts, his arousal assured me he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Put your arms up and hang onto the back of my neck.”
I did what he asked.
“Oh, yeah, little spitfire.Look at you spread the fuck out on my lap.”
I smiled and pushed into his hand again, his words giving me even more confidence in his enjoyment of my body.
“Look, Harley,” he insisted.
I looked up at him then followed his line of sight to the framed picture hanging behind my desk.And our muted reflection.
I looked utterly wanton.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he breathed.“Now watch me make you come.”
I’d always liked sex but never considered myselfsex worthyfor lack of a better term.Like perhaps those women at the sex club must have been.
But now?Seeing myselfspread the fuck outon Daire’s lap?
I met his eyes in the glass, our image blurred just enough to keep me comfortable.
“Daire,” I breathed.“Make me come.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, his fingers dancing along my slit, working my arousal up to my sensitive clit and circling gently.
The fingers holding my panties dug harder into my thigh, the small bite of pain making me moan.
