Page 116 of The Recovery Coach
“Oh.You like knowing you make me wet?”
His dick betrayed him, twitching against her palm again.Fuck.He really did like it.And he loved her dirty mouth.
“Tell me.”
She was going to kill him.Maybe his refusal to acknowledge how hot she was for so long was his body’s way of protecting him from certain death.
Still, he couldn’t,wouldn’tdeny her.“I don’t like it.”
She froze.
“I love it.Tell me every time I make you wet.Every.Single.Time.I turn you on?You tell me.Got it?”
Livy nodded and tweaked his nipple.The sensation sent a wave of pleasure to his dick and had him grinding into her hand.She reclaimed his mouth, returning her attention to the growing wet spot on the outside of his sweats.
He redoubled his focus away from the attention she gave him, swirling her arousal around her clit with his thumb.When his index finger circled her opening in a silent question, her hand stilled on his dick.He did it again, and she whined.
“What about this?”he asked, drawing a circle one more time, needing to know for sure.
“Yes.Fuck yes.”
He slid effortlessly inside her and hooked his finger toward him, rubbing the spot he knew would make her soak his hand.She moaned, her body sinking into him, trying to get more.
She abandoned stroking his cock, which somehow made him harder.
“Do you want another?”he asked.
She buried her face in his neck, breathing heavy, a light sheen of sweat making her whole body radiate a healthy glow.
“Yes, please,” she said with a sigh.
He obliged, slipping a second finger in.He flattened his palm against her clit, earning him a groan.Her hips moved in slow circles.
“How’s that?”he asked.
“It’s good.Holy fuck, it feels so good.Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop until you come all over my hand.You can have whatever you need.”
“Okay,” she said.“Okay,” a pitch higher.
Hazy kept a steady pace, a steady motion.She set the rhythm with the roll of her hips, the tone of her pretty little pleas.The walls of her pussy squeezed his fingers.
“Connor,” she whined.“I need more.A little more.Please.”
He slid his free hand up her shirt and rolled one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger.
“Oh my God.Yes.That.”The motion of her hips stuttered, her grip on his fingers pulsing.“That.”
She fell over the edge and collapsed into him, her pussy fluttering around his fingers.He moved his palm in tiny circles, dragging every last wave of pleasure out of her.She laughed and her muscles clenched around him.
When her breathing returned to normal, she sat up and he pulled his hand free.He stared into her eyes as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and sucked every drop of her desire from his skin.
She was gorgeous, an ethereal being come down from the heavens.Her skin glowed, bright and pink; her hair mussed and wild; her lips kiss-swollen.Her eyes twinkled with delight, and she wore a lazy, satisfied smile.
“Jesus Christ,” she said.
He grinned at her.“Actually, I’m Connor Hale.”
