Page 99 of Taken By My Grumpy Pakhan

“You never said I was wrong, either.”

A heavy silence passed before she spoke. “You were right.”

My lips curled. “Of course I was. How do I get my prize?”

“We never discussed one.”

“You promised one and I want it now.”

“Now?” Her voice was a tiny squeak that took my half-mast to a full tent.

My hand wandered to my pants, squeezing lightly. I felt like a stupid teenager indulging in phone sex, but I was damn near exploding and I knew her voice was enough to tip me over.

“I don’t know, Gen. Do you have other ideas?”

“No.” Her voice was hardly steady, followed by a shallow intake of air.

I smirked, knowing exactly what was going on. I loved how responsive she was. “You don’t get to do anything behind my back.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Her voice started off strong but ended as a plea.

“You’re saying if I dipped my hand in your panties, I wouldn’t find you wet and waiting?”

Her breath hitched again, this one sharper than the other. “I don’t know.”

Tension curled up my veins. I couldn’t remember the last time I had enough patience to play around or jerk off.

I always had someone for when I needed to blow off steam and couldn’t care much for theatrics and tension, but with her, everything felt new and I was ready to explore every boundary.

“How about you dip your fingers and let me know.”

The line was silent for a moment before the soft rustling of sheets leaked through, pushing more blood to my cock.

Genevieve drew in a sharp intake of air and I felt it shoot through me like a bullet. “So?”

“Wet,” she murmured.

I closed my eyes, picturing the view of her pussy when I fucked her from behind. The perfect stretch and the juices coating my cock. My erection became too painful to ignore.

“How wet?” I asked mid-stroke.

“Dripping.” Her voice had gained a little confidence and became clearer.

“You’re going to do as I say, little bird.”

“Alright.”

I was fucked. The way she said it, I knew I would do anything to keep hearing her sound like that.

“You’re going to dip two fingers, pretend it’s my cock, and tell me how it feels.”

If I wasn’t painfully hard, her response would’ve gotten me there in a flash.

“Can I use my vibrator?”

I nearly passed out from visual overload. The sight of her sprawled in bed, two fingers in her pussy and a vibrator on her clit was a view I would pay fortunes to see, but I knew a picture would be too much.

“Yes.” The word sounded like an animal’s growl and hardly like me.