Second Chance Scandal
“I read it for the love story.”
“Fucking can be loving.”
She shook her head, giggling. “You’re so romantic.”
Tugging her toward me, she laughed harder.
“Read me a scene.”
Her eyes flickered with nothing but lust, knowing where I was going with this. She grabbed her book and flipped the pages until she found what I wanted her to read to me.
“Are you sure? It’s pretty dirty.”
“Not any more than what I plan to do to you.”
Her gaze intensified for a second before she started reading, “He slowly slid my panties down my body, making sure to leave a wake of desire and lust with each stroke of his fingers running across my delicate, creamy skin.”
I proceeded to do exactly what she’d just read aloud. Her eyes caught mine. She seductively smiled as I slipped her panties down her legs before tossing them aside, waiting for her next direction.
“He spread my core open, watching with fascination as my face flushed from the forwardness of his actions. I didn’t speak—my body spoke for itself.”
Gently, I spread her legs open for me, licking my lips in anticipation for what was to come.
Her.
All over my face.
“My arousal was evident on my parted folds, and when he placed the palm of his hand to my throbbing nub, I let out a soft moan.”
My hand crept up her thigh to her sweet pussy.
“Keep reading.”
“His hand glided forward and backward on my clit, my wetness making it easy for him to do. The moisture pooling in between my legs was audible with each swipe over my clit, and I almost died of embarrassment. With his other hand, he slid his middle and ring finger into my opening, and my head fell back.
When I slid my fingers into her warm, wet heat, she let out the most incredible moan.
“Keep reading, or I’ll stop.”
She let out a breath. “He began to finger fuck me ever so slightly while he manipulated my bundle of nerves, driving me to the brink of insanity. Making me wild with need for his cock.
“I like hearing the word cock come out of your sweet, little mouth.”
Following what she’d read, I slowly moved my fingers back and forth, repeatedly hitting her g-spot.
“He did this a few more times until I couldn’t take it anymore, and my back arched off the bed from the powerful release of his skilled fingers.”
“Does Baby Soph want to come?”
“Yes…”
“Should I let you come?”
“Yes…”
“Why should I let you come?”
“Because I love you.”