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I was in it to win it. I wanted her body. Her heart. Her fucking soul. I wasn’t going to let her keep anything from me, no matter how hard she tried. Sloane was mine, and I would settle for nothing less than owningallof her.

Watching her touch herself did give me an idea, though. I brought the pen and paper with me as I grabbed the desk chair and dragged it over to the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing now?” she asked, an edge of exasperation in her voice since she couldn’t get me to do what she wanted.

“I’m going to watch you touch yourself. You said that you can get yourself off. Well, I want to watch, study what you like, memorize everything you do so that I can do it too,” I said smugly, feeling very good about my plan. Her mouth was open as I got up and adjusted my chair so I had the perfect viewing position. “Proceed,” I said magnanimously, gesturing for her to continue.

I’d truly shocked her. She had no idea how to proceed. It was obvious that Sloane thrived on control. She didn’t have any in very important facets of her life, so what she could control, she did with an iron grip. It was my goal to give her back control in all the things she’d lost and to take over in other ways she would enjoy. My poor girl had no idea how to proceed.

I watched as determination filled her gaze. “Fine. You can watch me. But you’re not allowed to touch,” she said brattily, as if I was going to say no to that. Her fingers began to slide through her folds as she locked eyes with me challengingly. “Do you think you can do it?”

Grinning, I dropped the pad of paper on the floor and undid my dress slacks, pulling my dick out. I’d have to take mental notes because there was no way my hands could do anything but play with my dick during this. “As long as I can touch myself while I watch, I think I can manage that, Red.”

Sloane resembled a cartoon character as she stared at my dick, her eyes wide, her mouth dropping open even more…a blush spreading across her chest that I was certain was my new favorite color.

Yeah, baby, you’re going to have all of this.

Still staring at my dick, she worked herself, sliding one finger and then another into her core as her other hand pulled at her nipple. I studied her movements in a way that would ensure me perfect grades in school, taking note of every brush of her hand, every push against her clit, every way she touched her breast.

Holy fuck, I was turned on.

Gripping my dick like it was a lifeline, I yanked my fist up and down, pinching my head every few seconds so I didn’t embarrass myself and blow all over my hand before she was done.

I’d never seen anything as hot as her hands gliding over her hips and thighs, cupping her breasts and pushing them together as her hips thrust forward like I was fucking her. She pushed three fingers inside herself, her thumb desperately rubbing against her clit.

And through it all, her beautiful blue eyes were locked on my dick, her tongue sliding across her lips like she was imagining taking me into her mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” I said hoarsely. “Touch that pussy, show me what a good girl you are, make yourself come for me.”

A low moan slid from her lips—that sounded nothing like her earlier fake attempts.

I grinned as I pinched the tip of my head again, because fuck, knowing she was feeling good could be my kryptonite.

“Is that a fourth finger, my dirty girl? My cock is going to make you feel so good. I can’t wait to feel that tight cunt. Listen to that sound. You’re so fucking wet right now.”

She cried out, and a trickle of pre-cum fell on my hand. Fuck, I was close.

“Can I taste you, is that allowed?” I begged, feeling like I might die if she didn’t say yes.

“Yes. Fuck. Please,” she gasped, holding out her fingers to me like an offering from the gods.

Eagerly lapping at the essence on her skin, I groaned as I tasted her. This was it. This was what I wanted to live on for the rest of my life. She had to give it to me.

I sucked her finger harder when she tried to remove it, my tongue stroking her skin and making sure I got every drop of her flavor. She rasped out a laugh at my desperation, like she was well aware of the spell she had cast on me with just one taste.

“I’ll give you more if you’re a good boy,” she teased, throwing my words back at her. I reluctantly let her go, determined to be a very, very good boy—forever—if that was what the reward was.

Her hand went back to her pussy, and I soaked in the sight. She was so wet that her thighs were glistening. It was all I could do not to feed directly from the source. But this was a learning expedition, I had to remember that.

“Keep going,” I urged, sounding more like I was begging than anything else. My hand had a mind of its own at that point, gripping my dick, hard, as I imagined pushing inside her.

She circled her clit with one hand while massaging her breast…and then there it was, her back arched off the bed as her whimpers filled the room and she fell off the edge.

A few more tugs, and I was coming, harder than I could ever remember, my groans joining her cries as rope after rope of my cum coated my hand and the floor. I’d clean it up later, I decided, as I slumped back into my chair, still mesmerized by the sight in front of me. Sloane was a glowing, gloriousmess, her breasts rising and falling enticingly as she came down from her orgasm.

That was what I wanted to see. It was what I would look for in the future when I needed to make sure she was telling me the truth. The memory of tonight would be the star of every future wet dream, any time I jacked off.

Fuck. She was divine.