It was turning her on.

The tip of my nose outlined her ear as I whispered soft words that made her breath come in pants.

“I bet you think about my cock…seeing it…touching it…thinking about how it would feel sliding between your legs…”

She whimpered.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” My smirk returned. “My Rumple likes a little dirty talk, does she?”

I could see the heat rise to her face and neck in her blush. She tried to hide her face against my chest, put I pulled back and looked into her eyes.

“You like thinking about my cock, don’t you?” I said, and watched her blush deepen. I moved my lips back around to her ear. “You lay here at night without me and think about my cock running over your pussy, don’t you, Rumple?”

Nicole moaned, and hand job or not, the sound went right to my cock. I slowly traced a line between her breasts and then circled around her navel with my fingertip. Her skin was so soft, and my light touches made her tremble.

“You want to feel it, don’t you?” I whispered. “You want it right…here…”

My fingers reached the elastic of her shorts, and I slipped them underneath. I felt soft curls tickle my knuckles as I delved deeper, finding the smoo

th, wet flesh between her legs.

“Oh, baby,” I murmured, “you want me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. One of her hands grabbed the back of my head while the other grasped my forearm, right above where my hand disappeared into her shorts.

My fingers explored, running along her folds and gathering up the wetness I found there. I touched her lightly, gently, and teasingly. Only when I felt her tilt her hips up did I give her any more pressure. With my thumb, I slowly circled around her clit and then dropped back down to find the fucking promised land of her opening.

God, I could hardly wait to get my cock in there. It was straining as it was, but this was about only her right now.

“You like that, Rumple?” I hummed into her ear. Her grip on my hair tightened. Slowly, I brought the tip of one finger to her opening and slid it in.

Tight and wet…so fucking good.

Another finger. In and out so, so slowly, talking to her the whole time. I'd increase my tempo a little, then slow back down again, just alternating the rhythm and fucking her with my fingers while I talked dirty to her and felt her squirm below me.

“You wish that was my cock, huh?” I asked. “You like to touch yourself and wish it was my cock sliding up in there?”

“Oh…ugh! Yes…that feels…oh my God…”

I smirked. Yeah, she was definitely going to get off.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?” I hummed softly into her ear. “I bet you’re thinking about it being my cock shoved up inside of you—making you scream.”

She groaned again—loud and long.

Damn! There was no way I was ever going to be able to have sex with her if her dad was home—they might have been able to hear her at school, she was so loud.

I loved it.

I slid my fingers back and forth, feeling how wet she was getting around me. My thumb rolled around her clit—keeping up the pressure and not relenting.

“There ya go, baby,” I told her. “I can feel how hot your pussy is, just wishing my cock was stroking in and out of it…wanting me so fucking bad you can’t stand it…You want me like that, don’t you? You want my hard cock in that tight, hot pussy of yours? Maybe holding you up against the wall and pounding into you until you can’t fucking stand it anymore?”

“Oh! Oh, God! Thomas!” Nicole cried out. I didn’t slow down, just kept moving my fingers in and out of her and circling her clit until I felt her start to clamp down on my fingers. I pressed against her clit with my thumb, and felt her thighs shudder as she gasped and went rigid.

Take too long my ass.

I smirked for the umpteenth time.

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