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“That’s the second time you’ve said that.”
Giving him my most seductive smile, I lean back onto my pillow, suck my finger into my mouth, and then push it into my throbbing pussy.
“Doesn’t make it any less true the second time. Oh…yes.”
I slide my hand up and tweak a nipple.
“You’ve found the line,” he growls, voice strained. Even on the small screen, I can see his muscles straining. My pulse jumps.
“God, this feels so good. I wish it was your hard cock instead of my finger,” I say, and he starts stroking himself again. “What…what happens when you cross the line?”
His expression changes into something much darker and hungrier.
“You're going to find out this weekend.”
“Three days is a long time.”
“You’re the one who sent me home.”
I laugh softly. “Are you pouting, Mr. Mitchell?”
Forgetting the finger, I reach into my nightstand and pull out the largest toy I’ve got. His gaze narrows slightly as he studies me with the same unnerving focus he uses when he’s trying to pull the truth out of someone.
“Careful.”
“Or what?”
I suck the vibrator into my mouth, swirling the tip with my tongue. His stare holds mine, frozen in place, watching me as he grips his shaft tighter. I didn’t mean for it to go this far tonight, but…fuck it. Let him speculate what’s happened to the sweet little flower, Emily.
Getting on all fours, I turn around so my ass is to the camera. Then I reach between my legs and slowly insert the massive silicone dildo.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” he groans.
A delicious shiver races through me. More cracks in all that polished perfection.
“What if I like testing you?” I moan when I turn on the vibrator and the hum fills the room. “Oh…God, Alden, it feels so good.”
“You enjoy making me lose control.”
More than anything.
“Maybe I enjoy knowing that I can,” I say, pumping the cock faster. I move with the motion, like he’s actually fucking me from behind.
“Emily…ah…fuck.”
I look over my shoulder to see jets of come spray all over his chest. The white stands out against his tanned skin, but the release only seems to fuel him more, and his hand keeps moving.
“Look what you’ve done,” he says.
“Can you come again? Or are you a one-and-done kind of guy?”
“That sounds dangerously close to a challenge.”
Alden stands, stripping completely, and uses his shirt to wipe off the come before sitting down once more.
“I do like a challenge,” I say.
He watches me, not saying anything as I fuck myself, lost in the sensation of his eyes on me, and the relentless toy bringing on my own climax faster than normal. I hold it back, shaking as I do.
