Page 24 of Seductive Scoundrel

I chuckle even though her defiance should be annoying and make me want to hang up. There are a lot – and I mean a lot – of women vying to take her place who would be pliable and willing to do every depraved thing I told them to do right this minute.

Hell, Gwynne would be running back if she had the chance. But something about the challenge of Mia riles me up like no other.

“What are you most looking forward to tomorrow?” I ask.

“The hundred dollar ice cream,” Mia replies.

“Oh, I absolutely cannot wait to gag you with my dick.” I reach down and squeeze it, letting out a soft groan. “Send me pictures throughout the day tomorrow. Make me hard as hell before I even see you.”

“Are you working tomorrow?”

Might as well set the bar where it needs to be right away. Weekends make no real difference to my schedule. “I’m always working.”

“I’m excited to have my hands all over you,” Mia breathes. It’s a good sign that she took my comment in stride, but hearing about my lifestyle versus having to deal with it are two very different things. And she didn’t handle the missed phone call very well. “I’ve never seen a body like yours, let alone felt one. I want to just…rub you everywhere.”

It’s a surprisingly tender thing to say, and I need to redirect her. “What if you can’t move your hands?”

“I’ll still have my mouth.”

“That’s a very good girl,” I encourage. “You better be naked right now.”

“I am.”

“Reach down between those legs and tell me how wet you are. But don’t touch your clit yet. I’m going to make you ache, and I want to hear how you sound all needy and desperate.”

”Drenched,” she whimpers. “Just from your voice.”

This girl is going to be good for my ego – not that it needs help.

“Two fingers inside nice and slow while I tell you what I’m going to do with my mouth,” I order. “I’m known for inordinate patience when it suits me. And licking every part of that pussy except your clit until you’re begging me is going to be so fucking sweet.”

“I’ve never had anything like you,” Mia moans. “I want to touch my clit. I want to rub circles around it. It already aches.”

“You’re an impatient, greedy girl. You can do it, but you have to stop before you come. And then do it again. And again.”

“Fuck,” she cries. “Dean.”

I’m stroking my dick hard and fast, unexpectedly turned on by something I wouldn’t have even made time for before her. And the way she says my name is going to fucking undo me.

“You’ll come when I’m balls deep inside you tomorrow. Not before. And that will be on my timeline, not yours. Be forewarned, I love hearing you moan my name, and we’ve got all fucking night.”

“God, I want you inside me now,” Mia whimpers.

“How are you going to make me come?”

“However you tell me to.”

And a more perfect answer has never existed.

“I’m going to make you work for it. Work to please me. I want you riding my dick with those nice, big tits bouncing until your pussy squeezes me like a fucking fist. You’re going to milk every last drop of come from me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Mia moans. “I can’t…Jesus…Even touching my clit is too much. I’m so sensitive.”

“Baby, I can’t wait to feel you shake.”

“Please let me come,” Mia begs.

“Oh, but I love hearing you beg.”

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