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“So I don’t have to wait for permission to come then?”

“Cheeky brat,” he muttered as he slid her panties down her thighs.

Please. Please. Please.

“I can see I’m going to need all my wits when it comes to being one step ahead of you.” He pushed one finger along her slit. “You’re so wet already. You’ll get what you need, baby. It’s just that you have to wait for it.”

She hated waiting. She was impatient.

“Is it all right if I move your leg over mine?”

“Y-yes.” She loved that he could be careful with her sometimes. Yet had no problem assuming command at others.

He pulled her panties off completely then moved her leg, not hesitant but careful all the same. That spread her open further, easing the way for his touch. And touch her, he did. There wasn’t an inch of her pussy he didn’t explore. Fuck, this was nothing like when she touched herself. This was next level.

And she wasn’t sure how she would ever recover.

Finally, he zoomed in on her clit. Circling it, playing with it, lightly pinching it.

“Zeke, Zeke, please!” She wasn’t above begging. She would do whatever she needed to in order to get him to send her crashing over into oblivion.

He slid one finger lower and she figured his intent as he circled her entrance. She tensed slightly; would he know she was a virgin by penetrating her? She had put a finger inside herself many times without a problem. He slid his finger inside her slowly. She was so wet and she clamped down on the digit immediately.

She needed him. So much.

“You’re so tight. Fuck,” his voice was a rough groan as he started to drive his finger in and out of her passage.

More. More.

She couldn’t vocalize the thought, though. She was too far gone to do anything but feel. When he drew his finger out of her passage, she groaned in protest. But he moved his finger back to her swollen nub. This time, he didn’t mess around. He flicked at her clit. Hard. Fast. Her need grew. She was close, so close.

Then he backed away.

“Zeke, please, no, don’t stop.”

“Did you get permission to come yet?” he growled at her.

Her breath heaved in and out of her lungs. “N-no.” She’d been so close.

“Then you have to wait, don’t you?” He circled her nipple with the fingers that were damp from her juices.

Holy hell.

She fought for control of her breath as he moved his hand down her stomach. He cupped her mound.

“So hot. So wet. All for me. You want to come, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes.”

He lightly circled her clit with one finger. “My poor baby. Just think, if you hadn’t lied you could have come already.”

She whimpered.

“Luckily for you, it’s late and I want you to get some sleep. So I’m not going to keep this up too long.”

Thank Christ for that!

He slid that finger along her slit then thrust it deep inside her once more. They both groaned. He pumped it in and out of her passage.


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