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12. Whatever You Want

Sometimes my brain is like an automatic printer and usually I don’t mind but right now I hate it.

The moment his words register, it prints supporting images like it already has cache. It does. From my ever reliable imagination.

My gut turns into molten liquid from the heat of his gaze. He can tell what I’m thinking, can’t he? I know he could also tell it was what I was thinking during my little performance with his thumb.

“You want it, don’t you?” he asks in a low voice that slithers over my skin like a sinful caress.

I swallow and scramble for words to say. I want to be honest with him, but I’m not ready for that.

He brings a hand to my face and runs his fingertips from my temple to the corner of my mouth. “Does the thought of my cock moving in your mouth the way it does in your pussy make you hot?”

My sensitive core clenches and my first instinct is to press my thighs together but I’ve got one leg over his hip.

I bite my lip and nod.

He blinks, as if he can’t believe his eyes. I
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