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I turn around to find he’s spread his legs a little and has his hand palm up on his thigh. His fingers are still wet with my desire, and that might embarrass me if I had room for thought. Jason nods at his fingers. “Straddle my thigh. Right here.”
Understanding dawns, bringing with it another wave of need. I have to grip his shoulders as I obey, and I come down lightly against his palm. He rewards me be pushing his fingers into me again. This time, I can’t help whimpering.
“Take what you need, sweetie.” He grips my hip with his free hand and urges me to rock against his palm. “Ride my hand.”
I shiver. “Your hand isn’t what I want.”
“My hand is all you get right now. You have to earn my cock.” He smiles, slow and arrogant. “ I’ll get inside you when I’m good and ready, and no
