But Dempsey’s not just any guy—he’s a man. And his words are doing more for me right now than most guys can do with their hands and their mouths and their dicks combined.

Fuckity fuck. I’m so into this guy.

I squeeze my thighs together in need, then mindlessly tweak my nipple through his T-shirt as I drive him wild.

“Take that off for me,” he instructs as he slows his thrusts into my mouth.

I pop off his dick in surprise, caught off guard that he noticed what I was doing.

He smirks, then runs a thumb along my swollen bottom lip. “Take it off,” he urges, gentler, nodding toward my shirt as I scurry to pull it over my head.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he hauls me up on my knees and stares at my chest.

My nipples were already pebbled from the arousal coursing through my body. Now they’re painfully stiff because of the night air and his sultry appraisal.

He reaches out confidently, squeezing a tit in each hand as he licks his lips. He brushes both thumbs over my aching nipples, and I can’t help but whimper at his skillful touch.

“Can I fuck these?” he pants, massaging and plucking at me like he already knows exactly what I like.

Slickness runs down my thighs, and I panic as I realize I’m not wearing any underwear. I couldn’t possibly drip through a pair of thick sweatpants. Could I?

“Yes,” I breathe, scrambling to position myself in a way that gives him better access.

He groans in approval, then takes both my hands and places them on either side of my chest. “Hold these for me, baby.” He’s got the most wicked grin on his face, and I can’t help but grin right back.

“It’ll feel better if I’m wet,” he teases, and I waste no time taking him back in my mouth, leaving a slick trail along the underside of his dick. A string of saliva stays connected as I move to pull away. He leans forward, catches it in his hand, and pushes two fingers into my mouth.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you, Maddie?”

I nod and suck on his fingers, wide-eyed, as his words slam into me like a freight train. It doesn’t matter what he says. Every word out of his mouth tickles my clit and sends me higher in my own hazy state of bliss.

“You like being bad for me.”

He lines up his cock, and I push on my breasts harder, creating resistance as he glides his length up and down my chest.

“Fuck,” he groans, rolling his head back for a second as he picks up the pace.