Page 27 of Captivated By Danger

“I… I… I don’t have on anything under it.”

“Raise your gown to your chest.”

“What?”

“Do it,” I commanded.

“No,” she choked out.

“Pinch your nipple. Which one is your favorite?”

“The right one is way more sensitive than the left one.”

“Noted. Are you pinching your right nipple for me?”

I heard her swallow.

“Diesel.”

“Is that the name in your phone?”

“You want me to call you…Sir?”

The way it rolled off her tongue made my dick twitch. I pulled on my blunt and blew the smoke in the air. Looking across the room, I stared at her picture. I just knew her thick ass had a fat pussy.

“Spread your legs.”

“No.”

“Ms. Greysen, I can’t wait to bury my head in between your legs, tugging and nibbling on your clit.”

She inhaled sharply.

“Yes. Spread your legs for me.”

“No.”

I heard what she said, but her background noise told me something different. She’d done exactly what I told her to do.

“Run two fingers down the middle of your pussy and spread your lips.”

“N…no.”

“Yes. Just rub up and down the center, applying a little pressure until your clit pop out.”

Her breathing had already become labored.

“When was the last time you touched yourself, Ms. Greysen?”

“I’m… not touching myself, but it’s been a while. Months. But no more than a year.”

“I see. Now circle your clit with the tip of your finger softly and slowly. That’s one of my favorite parts of a woman. Watching her pussy swell in real time gives me so much joy. Is your pussy fat, Ms. Greysen?”

“I think… I think so.”

“Slower.”

“God,” she whispered.

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