“I said. Let. Go.” The punch behind his words strikes me in my shriveling chest.
My fingers slowly pull away. They’re not completely free when he yanks down my shorts.
The motion is so sudden and violent that I gasp, or I think I do, but not actually, because my reactions are delayed.
He throws the shorts aside and hooks his fingers in the waistline of my underwear.
I go to catch his hand again, but this time, a single look is enough to make me pause.
“You need to quit the habit of disobeying me as your knee-jerk reaction.” He removes the underwear, slightly ripping them before he throws them toward the shorts. “If I want you naked, I’ll have you naked.”
My pulse spikes and I can’t help the mixture of vulnerability and thrill that courses inside me.
Of fear and anticipation.
Uncertainty and resolution.
I’ve never been as conflicted as when I’m in Jeremy’s presence.
It’s like he’s able to unlock a part of me I didn’t realize existed. Or I did but still tried everything under the sun to shackle it.
His rough gaze openly watches, studies, and slides over my most intimate part that I’m barely covering with my hand.
Then he glides his attention to my face. “Go on. Show me how you touch yourself. Show me what you do when your little cunt is horny and you’re unable to take it any longer.”
Heat creeps up my cheeks at his crass words. No one has ever spoken to me like this and the novelty of it makes me tremble.
“Play with yourself,” he orders again. “Unless you want me to do it for you?”
I shake my head, more out of habit than anything else, and slowly circle my fingers along my soaking folds. Ever since he barged into my dream, they’ve become wetter, dripping, making a mess out of my fingers.
Slow pleasure starts to hum beneath the surface and I turn my head, hiding my face in the pillow.
“Eyes on me.” His voice jerks me back into position and I hate how my eyes instantly fly to his. How I get lost in them in a matter of seconds.
“Thrust a finger inside you,” he tells me. “Let me watch you fuck yourself.”
“I…I don’t do that.”
The only way I get orgasms is through clit play.
“I wasn’t asking.” He snatches my hand and lifts it to his face.
I think I’m going to explode.
Jeremy slides my fingers into his mouth. The same fingers that were playing with my pussy and are all soaked with my arousal are between his lips.
His tongue swirls between them, licking, sucking, making them wetter. Then, without notice, he thrusts my middle and ring fingers into my pussy.
A soundless shriek is all I can release as his bigger hand engulfs mine and he drives my fingers in and out of my core.
This is the first time I’ve ever fingered myself, and it feels foreign and rhythmic, yet sensually pleasurable.
I start to hide my face in the pillow again, but a single stern look from him makes me abandon the idea.
“You’re soaking wet for someone who doesn’t finger themselves.”Thrust.“Your cunt is drenching my hand.”Thrust.“So messy, Lisichka.”
My whole body trembles, his words adding to the intensity of his touch. Because, no, it’s not my fingers that are eliciting this sharp pleasure. It’s all him.