Page 36 of The Boyfriend Experience

“Play with them, Oaklee,” he says. “I want to watch you play with them.”

Good God. I feel wetness pooling between my legs.

It’s weird being controlled like this. Because even though he’s telling me what he wants and what he wants me to do, I feel like I’m giving it up freely.

I play with them. They’re not huge by any means. But they are ample. The size of small melons. I massage them with my palms, then tweak each nipple, pinching myself hard enough to make me wince.

How? How is he making me do this?

“Are you multi-orgasmic?” he asks, still not looking at my breasts, only my eyes.

I shrug. “I don’t think so. I dunno. I’ve never had that kind of experience before. I’ve never had this kind of experience before.”

“Do you want me to show you?” he asks.

“Show me?” I ask back.

“How to become multi-orgasmic?”

I nod. Because I would like that very much. So I say, “Yes. Show me how.”

CHAPTER TEN - LAWTON

I say, “I’m going to rip your panties now,” just as the ripping sound fills the room. She gasps, but I keep watching her eyes. “They were in my way,” I add, by way of explanation.

“OK,” she replies, two seconds too late to object.

“Now put me inside you.”

I can almost hear her heartbeat as the words come out of my mouth. She lags two seconds behind again, my command running through her mind, searching for meaning.

The meaning comes later. There’s no rush.

She must agree because she lifts up her hips, reaches for my cock, and wraps her hand around it. I watch her. My eyes never leave hers as she pumps it a few times, consumed by the urge to feel me.

“Stay focused, Oaklee,” I say. A gentle reminder that she takes seriously because she draws in a deep breath and presses the tip of my cock up against her wet folds. “Now sink down. Put me fully inside you. And then hold still.”

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

I let myself laugh a little at that. “No,” I say. “Not at all. I’m trying to make you feel what you deserve to feel when you give yourself to a man. That’s all.”

“That’s all,” she says. But not like a question. She swallows hard, places her hands on both of my shoulders, and sinks down just like I asked her to.

Her eyes close and this might be the best moment of the whole day. Watching her feel pleasure as she buries my cock inside her pussy.

When her thighs are flat against mine she opens her eyes again, staying still like I asked. “Now what?”

“Now play with your breasts again. And Oaklee?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Enjoy it.”

She lets out a long breath of air with her smile and says, “Oh, I will. Don’t worry about that.”

As she begins to massage her breasts once more I slip a hand underneath her flirty skirt and find her clit, my thumb skimming over it as she holds her breath and stops what she’s doing.

“Don’t stop,” I say. “I’m showing you how it’s done, remember?”