chapter 92

“Dare…”

It’s supposed to be a demand, but his cock hits my clit again as I speak, and the word ends up sounding more like a breathless plea.

He chuckles, breaking our kiss and resting his cheek against mine as he deliberately fucks me without really fucking me. The rough stubble at his jaw scrapes against my skin, and a whole new burst of sensation shoots through me.

“I want you to come like this. I want to feel you fall apart from my cock on your clit,” he murmurs roughly.

My jaw drops open slightly, air suspended in my lungs as I forget how to breathe for a moment.

I’m new to all of this. To sex. To this kind of intimacy.

And especially to dirty talk.I don’t know why hearing him say those words is almost as good as the feel of his hard length rubbing against my clit. I don’t know why his rough voice saying things like that makes arousal pulse through my veins even more urgently.

But it does. I like it. I like it so, so much.

“I’m… I’m close,” I gasp. As dirty talk goes, it’s nowhere