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“You’re just saying that because you want to come.”

“I l-let you have sex with me. Out in a pool.”

“And did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Yes.”

“What else would a good girl do?”

My mind spins. I can’t really think straight right now when I’m so close to my climax.

He assists with ideas. “Would a good girl suck me off?”

“I guess so.”

“Masturbate herself for my pleasure?”

“S-Sure.”

I’m so close to coming, I actually have to put the brakes on my arousal if I don’t want to come without his permission. I start squirming. He pinches my nipple.

“Stay still,” he orders.

I can’t. If I do, I’ll end up coming.

He pinches harder. My mind recalls how he tormented my nipples last night and how amazing my orgasms had been. The memory sends me over the edge. I spasm against him, coming more intensely the second time. Rapture flutters through me. His fingers continue to caress, prolonging the afterglow of the climax. It all feels so good, I do and don’t want him to stop.

Wait. Did I come without his permission? He murmured something just before my body went past the point of no return.

The truth is, I would have come no matter what he said. I just hope he gave me permission in time.

CHAPTER TWENTY

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