“Good girl,” I say and then smoothly let my eyes roam one more time before saying, “Take your bra off.”

Nervously, she reaches behind her and undoes her bra. The straps loosen, but she doesn’t let it fall down quite yet. Instead, she tortures me as she slowly lowers the straps but keeps the cups in place.

“Stop hiding from me,” I say. “I want to see you, all of you.”

She bites down on her lip and looks off to the side—a flash of insecurity—so I grip her chin and bring her attention back to me.

“Don’t,” I say. “Don’t get lost in that head of yours. Stay present with me.” I tip her chin up. “Stay here…with me.”

She nods and then lowers the bra, revealing her perfect tits.

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I reach out and cup them. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Her nipples are small, pink, and hard as fuck. They’re sexy, and I can easily see myself becoming addicted.

I let my thumbs run over her nipples, playing with them, stroking them, making her feel just as wild as I do. Her chest puffs out, and she tilts her head back as I squeeze her breasts, lightly pinch and roll her nipples, and then lean forward and pull one into my mouth.

She gasps, but her hand falls to the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“Yes,” she says quietly, so fucking quietly that I almost missed it.

“Don’t hide from me,” I say as I switch to her other breast. “Let me hear you. You know I like it loud.”

But she doesn’t say anything, just remains quiet, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. I release her from my mouth and then push her back on the bed, laying her down. I reach for the waistband of her underwear, and I pull it down until it’s completely off, leaving her bare.

“You’re such a good girl,” I say as I spread her legs, pushing them wide, only for her to close them back up. “What are you doing?”

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks.

“Fucking taking a taste. Spread them.”

“I…I don’t…I feel like maybe skip that.”

“Skip that?” I nearly feel my eyes pop out of my sockets. “You’re going to deny me from taking a taste of you?”

“Just…you won’t like it. Matt never⁠—”

“Let’s get one thing fucking straight,” I say as I move over her. “I’m not Matt, and I love eating pussy, so spread your goddamn legs.”

Hesitantly, she spreads them, but I help her spread them even more and then bend her knees up, all the way to her chest, exposing her just the way I want.

“Oh God,” she whispers.

“Louder,” I say. “I want you louder, Scottie. Don’t make me repeat myself.”