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“Can I have it back?”
My mouth pulls into a smile. “No, you can’t have it back. But I’m happy to help you out myself.”
Her shoulders lift. “Not necessary.” Then she pulls one hand out of her pocket, holding a slender pale pink vibrator. “Oh, and also, just so you know,” her other hand releases the knot holding her robe shut. “I’m already on birth control. Since you brought it up last time.” Then the robe drops, and she stands before me, gloriously naked.
I shove up and start to scramble across the bed, but she steps back into the bathroom and slams the door shut. The lock clicking just as I close my fingers around the handle.
CHAPTER66
Savannah
My heart is beating so fastI can hardly catch my breath.
I can’t believe I just did that.
King pounds a fist on the other side of the door. “You little witch, you better let me in.”
Instead of answering, I reach up and pinch at one nipple.
I moan.
I’ve been primed all day, but seeing him sprawled in our bed, erection obvious under his big palm, was the perfect eye candy for what I’m about to do.
I squeeze my breast, imagining it’s his hand and moan again.
“Fuck.” King’s word is low through the door. There’s a thud and I picture him dropping his forehead to the wood. “Turn it on, Baby. Turn that little toy on and rub it up and down your slit.”
I back away from the door, moving to the plush mat in front of the giant tub before I lower myself to my knees.
Sitting back on my heels, my fingers keep working my nipple, as I hold down the hidden button on my vibrator and turn it on. It’s an older one, that’s kind of loud, and I know King can hear the sound through the door because he lets out a loud groan.
When we cleared out my house, King assumed he found my whole stash of sex toys, but I had a few more tucked into my nightstand. Because a girl can never have too many friends.
“Are you already wet?”
I slide the vibrator down between my pussy lips, the slickness that’s pooling there easing the way.
“Answer me, Wife,” King raises his voice.
I fortify myself with a gasping breath as the vibrator hits my clit. “So wet.”
“Put it inside you.” Another thud hits the door. “Shove it inside that greedy little hole.”
I rub it over my clit once more, then do as he says and push it up into my pussy.
The sensation, after two weeks of having nothing in me, makes me whimper.
“Jesus. Talk to me, Baby. Tell me what you’re doing.” King sounds so desperate, it just makes me even wetter.
“I-I’m sliding it in and out,” I tell him. “And, oh god,” I roll my fingers together, pinching my nipple harder. “I’m…I’m playing with my tits.”
There’s a rattling sound, then the door swings open and King comes bursting through, cock already in hand, boxers gone.
He tosses something to the counter. “You think I didn’t have a key?”
My eyes can’t tear away from him, his magnificent form on full display.
So, I stare at him, one hand squeezing my chest, the other gripping the end of my vibrator while the rest is buried inside me.