Page 83 of Twist the Knife


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“No.” Her forehead wrinkles.

“Had you ever had an orgasm?”

Even the tip of her nose turns red when she’s embarrassed. “Not as good as the ones you gave me.”

I groan. This assignment is going to be more involved than I expected. Thankfully I’m up for the job. Very, very up. “So, no.”

“I think I did. I mean, it felt good but…” Her nose scrunches. “It wasn’t like earth-shattering or anything.”

So her boyfriends have been two-pump chumps who rammed their fingers in her, probably slurped at her pussy a few times, and called it good. Bet none of them ever found her clit.

Fuck, this is exciting. Nothing excites me more than exploring uncharted territory. Discovering all the different ways to make Margot orgasm is like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

“Can we compromise?” I raise my eyebrows, pretending to be a reasonable man. “Give me fifteen minutes?—”

“I’d like you to spend the night this time,” she protests.

Ignoring that, I continue. “Give me fifteen minutes with my head buried between your thighs. If you really don’t like it and if I can’t make you come by the time time’s up, we’ll move on to the next lesson.”

“Fifteen minutes? That’s…forever.” Her gaze drops to my dick, straining against my boxer-briefs. “I’m willing to…you know…instead.”

“What?” I widen my eyes to a dickish degree. “Wrap your sweet lips around my cock first?”

She blushes and glances away.

“Are you blushing at the word cock, Margot?” I can’t help teasing her. She’s the best mix of adorable and sexy.

“No one’s ever said it to me like that before.”

Fuck me. Is she lying to me about not being a virgin?

“You want to learn to suck my cock?”

Her chest rises and falls faster. “Yes.”

“Glad to hear it.” I trace my finger along her jaw. Too bad she only wants to learn how to do this to eventually please someone else. Suddenly, I wish it was all for my benefit. “But I’m not into taking without giving. And you shouldn’t accept anything less.”

“Really?”

What the fuck kind of guys has she dated?

Who cares?

She’s mine for now.

She reaches for the waistband of my briefs, and I brush her hand away.

“Stop trying to distract me. We’ll get there.” I gesture to my cock. “I promise.”

“Well, the whole point of this was to teach me to be better at sex. So, shouldn’t we focus on you?”

There it is again. She wants me to teach her how to be good so she can fuck someone else. A perverse thrill runs through me. I’ll teach her so fucking well, I’ll ruin her for every man she meets for the rest of her life. Every time her body gets near another dick, she’ll be thinking of mine and all the ways I pleasured her.

“Knowing what you like and enjoy will make you better at sex. You’re not a blow-up doll. If a guy isn’t interested in pleasing you too, don’t waste your time with him.”

“How will I know?”

Sounds to me like that’s the only kind of guy she’s ever dated. “Guys who try to talk you into something before you’re ready. Up here.” I tap the side of her head. “And down here.” I cup her pussy through her thin underwear. She’s hot and the material’s soaked. Fuuuck. Nervous or not, she’s really into this.

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