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“See? Tell me. What kind of daydreams make Luna wet?”
My heart hammered against my ribs and my pulse raced. What if he thought I was a freak?
Then he wasn’t for me? “That you’re rough.”
“Rough how?” He grabbed my wrist tightly, and I gasped
Here went nothing. “That you know it’s okay to pin me down and take what you want. Fuck my face. Finger me until I beg to come. Stretch me out with your cock and fuck me until my legs don’t work.” Was that too much? “And then cuddle with me after.”
Oz’s smile was almost feral. Frightening and enticing. “Do you actually want that, or are you content with it staying fantasy?”
“I actually want that.”
He moved his mouth to my ear, his hot break searing my skin. “You tell me to stop, and I will,” he said.
“Okay.”
Gentle Oz vanished as he shoved up my skirt and pushed my panties aside. He plunged two fingers inside me. “Fucking hell, you’re wet.” He pumped, in and out, sliding easily against my slick skin until my hips thrust in time with his movement.
My body swayed with the rhythm of hard and fast. I gasped in surprise when he pulled out without warning.
He shoved his fingers in my mouth. “Tell me how you taste,” he ordered.
I spent my time sucking each finger clean, relishing his groans and my taste. “So, so good.”
Oz knotted his fingers in my hair and yanked back my head. He crushed his mouth to mine. I could drown in the need that reverberated through me as he probed my mouth with his tongue.
“You really do.” He groaned against my skin when he pulled away. “You do magical things with that tongue.” Hand still in my hair, he forced me to the ground, undoing his pants with his free hand. He freed himself, and I whimpered at how big he was. Almost too big.
“This is what you do to me every time I think about you. Every time I hear you talk,” he said. “And now I find out you’ve got a filthy mind hiding under all that sugar. I need to feel your dirty mouth on my cock.” He pressed into my mouth without warning, holding me close, driving deep enough I almost gagged.
I’d never been so turned on. I wanted him to use me. To get off on me being his dirty little girl. To take what he wanted and make sure I got the same.
As he thrust against my face, I swirled my tongue around his thick shaft, relishing his taste and his groan. His movements grew shorter. His grunts deeper and more punctuated.
I met his gaze, eyes wide, not sure if I wanted him to finish now, and cover my face, or draw things out longer.
He let out a shuddering breath as he pulled away. My chin was wet with drool. My eyes watered. I needed more.
Oz yanked me to my feet again, and tore away my panties, leaving a rough burn where the fabric tore. He shoved his fingers between my legs again, but didn’t penetrate me this time.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” The gravel in his voice was enticing. “You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you?”
If he’d said that in any other circumstance, I’d be furious. The language was part of the play, though, and in the moment, it turned me on even more. I nodded my head. “Yes.”
“If your teacher friend was here, and I made him watch, would that make you even wetter? I bet you practically come at the thought.”
Geez, Graham watching us. Getting off on this as much as we were? “Yes.”
Oz threw me on the bed and forced his thigh between my legs, prying them open. He pressed his knee into my pussy, and shoved my shirt and bra out of the way. He kneaded my breasts and pinched my nipples. Tugging hard. Twisting until the sting ached all over. Until my hips were bucking and I was grinding against his leg, desperate for more.
He dipped his head near mine. “Beg me for it.”
“Let me come, please?” I was so fucking turned on.
He moved his hand from my breasts to press against my throat. “Make me believe you want it.”
My head fuzzed and I floated into the clouds. “Please?”
