Page 83 of Giving In

“Are you wearing a skirt, Angel?”

“N–no.”

He enters a painfully slow rhythm.“So, I get too busy to deal with you for a few weeks and you think you can take a fucking break?” he mocks.

I’m lost, how can he go from the butterfly kisses on my neck tothis?

“Do I need to remind you why you don’t want your little secret out?”

He stops circling between my legs and I cry out, “No!”

I don’t even know if I said no to answer his question or because I’m desperate for him to keep going.

“I know you’re a good girl deep down. I don’t know what braveness got into you but it needs to stop now.”

He pops open the button of my pants, unzips them and slides his hand behind the elastic band of my cotton panties settling his fingers between my folds.

“Oh, Angel, look at you. You get so wet when I control your body.”

I try to bite my bottom lip, but I let out another uncontrollable sigh when one of his fingers slips inside me and he presses his palm against my clit.

“Jake…” I mewl.

My body is a traitor. It responds to Jake like he knows the exact passwords and combinations to unlock my darkest desires, the ones I’m not even aware of.

When he inserts another finger and presses his palm harder, I’m close to exploding. It’s at the tip of my fingers or...hisfingers.

“Look up, baby. I want you to see yourself when I make you come.”

His words twist in my stomach and sink to my lower belly, making me wetter than I already am. I look up and catch a glimpse of my blushed face before looking at him. He’s looking down on me with his self-satisfied grin, proud that he can play with me however he sees fit.

“I’m so close,” I manage in a whisper, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

He rips his hand away and out of my pants, and I let out a strangled moan.“What the–”

He suddenly grabs my hair and pulls my head back to talk right in my ear. I wince at the pull, but it eases when I follow the movement. I’m still trembling from the pleasure but it’s fading away and, like an addict, I need more. I need more now and only Jake can give it to me.

“Good girls get orgasms, Angel, bad girls get punished.”

He brings his fingers to my mouth. “So be good and lick them clean.”

I don’t hesitate one second and part my lips for him. He pushes his two fingers in my mouth, and I do my best to please him. Because right now I would doanythingfor him to give me the drug I crave the most: him.

He lets out a satisfied growl when my tongue rolls around his fingers. I can taste myself on him and it’s driving me insane with lust.

“I bet you taste fucking delicious,” he whispers in my ear.

There’s a sudden knock on the door, hard and impatient. It makes me jump and I fall back down from my high, straight into reality.

Shit.

How long have they been waiting outside?

Jake slowly takes his fingers out in a loud pop as if not a care in the world. He casually puts his hands back in his pockets and walks to the door.

I hurry to button my pants back up, my hands trembling in shame. He turns one last time as he unlocks the door.

“Make sure you’re wearing a skirt next time I see you.”

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