Page 105 of Wish I Might
He hadn’t moved, hadn’t changed position, but his cheeks had flushed and his breathing had deepened.His eyes were narrowed to slits and glued to her hand.
It was so fucking hot that she moaned out loud, the sound ripped from her throat, and his gaze darted up to capture hers.
And that was even hotter.
Over and around her hand worked, rubbing and pinching and pushing at her engorged flesh.When her fingers grew too dry, she dipped back down into that flowing pool to wet them again, and the sound—thesquelch—brought the fiery heat of shame to her cheeks and a jolt of heavy arousal to her body.
“You filthy slut,” he murmured, his eyes burning into hers.“Who does this?Who just spreads their legs and fucks themselves at the goddamn kitchen table?”
“I do,” she panted, her hand a frantic blur now as arousal built, as that heavy weight in her core grew.
“Why is that, Bailey?”he asked, voice low, body tense.
“Because I’m a slut,” she managed, jerking when her pussy spasmed.
“What kind of a slut?”he urged.
She moaned again, her hand jerking.“A filthy one.”
“That’s right,” he crooned, almost soothing.“You’re a filthy slut.Finger that little fuck hole for me, Bailey.Show me how you get yourself off.”
She obeyed blindly, shoving her fingers in deep, and the slap of her hand against her wet, hot, pussy was so noisy, so embarrassinglyloud,shame heated her cheeks once again.
“I can hear it,” he said, piling on the delicious disgrace, and she fucked herself faster, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit.The sounds of sex filled the room, the lewd, wet, slap when she thrust her fingers in, the soft, obscene squelch when she dragged them out.It was a debauched symphony, a depraved song, and it was going to make her come.
Eager for the orgasm she could feel rising inside her, she grabbed the chair with her free hand and bent her knees, squatting to get her fingers deeper, fuck herself harder.
“I should be filming this,” he muttered, though he made no move to pick up his phone.“Film it, put it online, show everyone what a needy, greedy hole you’ve got.”
The words were harsh, judging her, shaming her.But his voice was full of awe and wonder, admiration and lust.She whimpered, feeling those first subtle tugs inside her.
“Better step it up,” he warned, glancing down at the phone.“Less than a minute left.”
Panic flared, had her redoubling her efforts.She was so close, the orgasm right there, she just needed a few more moments…
“Down to thirty seconds.Come on, Bay, show me what that pretty cunt can do.”
She bent forward, curling in on herself as she raced for the finish.She could see herself now, the ripe, swollen lips of her cunt pushing through the shield of hair, the spattered fluid on her thighs.Grunting, she pulled her fingers free with a final slurp and shoved them against her clit.It was huge, hard as a walnut, and so sensitive now she knew that a few quick, scrubbing strokes would finish it.
“Ten…nine…eight…”
“No no no no,” she chanted, her hand a blur, eyes burning with focus.Almost…almost…
“Seven…six…”
It gathered, tightening, the pressure and the weight so huge, so overwhelming, she wondered it didn’t tear her apart.Tears sprang to her eyes, falling unheeded down her cheeks while her clit burned, her pussy grasped at nothing.
“Five…four…three…”
Ontwothe world went white, and she came with a wail that ripped through her throat like razor blades.Her body jerked, spasming uncontrollably, and she realized with a dim sort of panic that the chair she was holding onto for balance was falling.She heard the crash of it hitting the floor, felt the world tilt as her body began to fall, and was helpless to stop it.But strong arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her up while the orgasm continued to tear through her.
When it was over she sagged, limp as an overcooked noddle in his grip, and croaked, “Water.”
He laughed, his breath dancing across her cheek.“Say please.”
She swung an arm back, her hand fisted, but only caught air.“Water, you bastard, or I’ll tie your dick in a knot and shove it in your ear.”
“Close enough,” he decided.“You want me to carry you to the sofa?”
