Bailey

“Ohhhhh Je-sus you’re wet. Oh fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Are you serious with this? It’s all over your legs.”

She blurted the words without thinking.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Before trying to do something mitigating, like closing her legs. Doing so proved hard, however, with him almost between them and his big hands refusing to move from her thighs.

And he looked so…so incredulous too.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t. You should know it’s hot as fuck that you’re like this. Seriously.” He paused. Seemed to consider, before continuing. “You always like this?”
― Charlotte Stein, Sheltered

“Did you just have an orgasm, after hearing me talk about giving you an orgasm?”

All I can do is sob helplessly in answer.

“I think you did. I think you just came ’cause I’m fingering your sweet pussy and talking dirty to you – you know why?”

I don’t, I don’t.

“Because you’re so nuts for this. Aren’t you, huh? You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word – ohhhh, yeah. Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers. Yeah. Yeah. You gonna do that around my cock?”
― Charlotte Stein, Addicted

“When I’m around you all I can think about is touching you. Tasting you. Having you. I want to push you against that car, pull off your jeans, your T-shirt. Spread you naked against the metal. Stroke you till you’re so wet you’re dripping. Then push my cock inside you. Make you come so hard you scream.”
― Jackie Ashenden, Talking Dirty With the Boss

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaking wet. Seriously, have you been going around with all this between your legs? I can feel it through fucking flannel, honey. Oh my God, I can feel it through flannel,” he said, the first words almost steady and sure and the last ones like nothing she’d ever heard before.”
― Charlotte Stein, Beyond Repair