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He sits up and stares at me, his eyes finding mine, and then traveling lower and lower. “I forgot how pretty your pussy is, Angel. How pink and perfect it is.” He reaches down and slides one finger through my folds, and then he licks it. “And you taste better than I remember. You’re such a good girl, with your pussy wet and ready for me like this.”
The praise makes my mind go numb, and all I can do is moan in response and buck my hips again. I’ve always loved it—being praised by him.
“You like being told you’re a good girl, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I say shakily.
“Can you be a good girl again for me? Because I’m not going to let you come for a while. And you’re not going to until I let you, okay?”
I nod, and Carter strokes one hand down my face tenderly. He’s looking right at me and for a moment, I see a glimmer of something other than lust in his eyes. Something I’m sure he’d find in mine, if he looked hard enough.
Carter moves lower down my body, and presses his fingers to my core. He swipes across my clit with his thumb, moving it in lazy circles.
I moan, and try to raise my hips, to encourage him to go harder.
“None of that,” he says, and pushes me back down. “I’m taking my time with you.”
He continues to work my clit, and a string of moans and curses leaves my mouth. “God, Carter, I—fuck.”
“You look so beautiful like this, with my fingers on your cunt.” His fingers leave my clit, and he strokes them lower, darting into my pussy, just once. “I know you want me to fuck you, Angel. But I want to play with you a bit longer.”
He circles around my clit, but never really touches it. Just around and around, grazing lightly, again and again, until a sob leaves my throat.
“Carter, please, please,” I moan.
“You’re such a good girl when you beg me,” he says. “Your pussy drenched, practically begging me to fuck it with my fingers. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I manage to get out. “Please. I’ll be such a good girl for you.”
He slips one finger inside me, and then another. “Fuck, Angel, you feel so fucking good. Hot and wet and perfect. I love the feel of you.” He starts to fuck me gently with his hand. “You look so good taking my fingers like this.”
I blush under the praise again, and feel myself sink deeper into pleasure.
He leans down and flicks his tongue across my clit, just once, while his fingers remain inside me. He’s still going slow, but he curls his fingers inside me, and I cry out.
“Carter,” I whine.
“Hold on just a bit longer, perfect girl. I’m not done yet.” He rises up onto one arm above me, and catches my eyes. “If this is how good you look with just my fingers filling you, imagine howyou’d look taking my cock. Your pussy was made for my cock, Angel.”
I let about another sob as he starts to fuck me with his hand even harder.
“You know why I call you Angel?” he asks.
“Because of my glowing personality?” I manage to say.
“Because of how perfect you look when you come. Because of how fucking perfect you look all the time. You practically glow.”
He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and starts to rub my clit again. This time, when I buck my hips, he lets me, and lets me grind into his hand.
“You’re such a good girl, taking exactly what you need when I give it to you,” he says. “Now stop.”
I don’t, not immediately, and Carter removes his hands from my pussy, leaving me breathless.
“Good girls do as they’re told, Angel,” he says. “Can you be good, my perfect girl?”
“Yes,” I say. “I just—Carter, I need to come. I need your hands on me. I need your cock.”
He goes still above me at that. The look in his eyes is feral, and I know that if he pressed his weight into me, he cock would be hard and long and perfect against me.
