The Fling (Playboy Pact 2) - Page 41

Softly, I brushed the tips of my fingers against her bare folds.

“I don’t have sex without a condom, though, so…”

“I don’t have sex without a condom either, Sage. What kind of man do you think I am? I have no intention of becoming a father anytime soon.”

She flinched, unable to hide it.

What was that? “Something I said?”

“Your hand is rubbing my … me.”

Ignoring the sudden shift in the pit of my stomach, I continued with my descent. If she wasn’t willingly going to answer my questions, then I was going to fingerfuck it out of her.

“When was the last time you used Ashton?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Were you envisioning me fucking my fist while you touched your pussy, Sage?”

“So the dirty talk only gets dirtier when your hand is in between my legs?”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.”


“When was the last you got off?”


Leaning forward, my mouth slid down her neck toward the top of her breasts.

“I mean…”

“I’m sorry, am I distracting you?”


“Good.” I moved my fingers toward her clit. “Answer or I’ll stop.”

“I… I can’t… I mean … sometimes it’s hard for me … to…”

Ever so lightly, I rubbed her nub.

“Oh God…”

“I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already calling me God.”

I would never forget the sound of her erotic moan. It erupted from deep within her chest, full of emotion and mixed with pure lust. Her thighs clenched in anticipation of what I was going to do to her next.

“I can make you come with just the touch of my hand and fingers,” I groaned in a heady tone. “Spread your legs for me, baby, and I’ll prove you were meant to be mine.”

I wasn’t going to stop there; I’d only just begun.

I wanted to show her what it was like to be with a man who wanted to know her inside and out.

Her pleasure was mine to own.

“The feel of you is fucking addicting. Are you going to tell me the last time you came, or am I going to have to fuck it out of you?”

“Mmm…” she moaned.

“Do you want me to rub you here in circular motions?” I baited, stimulating her bundle of nerves.


“Like this?”

“Oh God, yes…”

“You want your clit to come out and play, Sage?” I gradually caressed her. “It’s always best to start slow so I can add a little bit of pressure at a time. You see, baby. Your pussy wants me to pet it, lick it, eat it; not only does it want to be fucked, but it wants to be loved. By me.”

Her legs trembled.

Her body shook.

Her hips swayed without even realizing she was doing so.

“The water can’t hide the fact that your greedy little cunt is getting nice and wet. Making it easy for me to slip my middle finger into your tight, warm, cunt. All I have to do is bend my finger right … here.”

She gasped, panting heavily. She was close, and I wanted her first orgasm with me to be in my arms, in my lap, or on my cock. With my arm around her waist, I pulled her up to sit on my legs, her back against my chest.

“The angle of me sitting behind you is making it much easier to slip another finger inside you.”

“Oh, God…” She melted into my touch as I hit her g-spot harder and faster.

“Your pussy is pulsating on my fingers which tells me I can go a little faster, a little harder. Pushing right against here…”

“Ashton, please…”

“That’s me fingerfucking your g-spot, sweetheart. Now, the question is, do I make you come, or do I make you squirt for me?”

She panted, purring, shaking, and coming apart at the seams. What started tender, became rough and hard.

“All I have to do is push further back and hit … right … here…”

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Please … right there … please … don’t stop…”

“Especially when I do this.” I moved my fingers back and forth, getting right up in there. “Now if I do this…” With the palm of my other hand, I stimulated her clit side to side, never letting up on my assault inside on her. “I want to see how loud I can make you scream my name.”

It didn’t take long for her to do exactly that, shouting, “Ashton!” in pure abandonment as she almost pushed my fingers out of her core. She went crazy with need and desire, coming so goddamn hard over and over again.

“Good thing we didn’t stay on Cain’s boat.” I chuckled, allowing her to ride the wave of ecstasy before growling, “Next time I make you come, it’s going to be on my tongue.”

Our eyes connected.

“And after I’m done swallowing your salty sweetness, baby.” Placing my fingers into my mouth, I licked them clean.

“I want to see how long it takes you to beg me to do it again.”

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