She probably thought frank question would be enough to get her off the hook, but Beau wasn’t having it. “What happened to ‘Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott’?”
There was a pause… then… “Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott.”
“I want confirmation,” he repeated.
“What kind of confirmation?”
“Why don’t you stick your hand down there and make sure you’re ready?”
Silence was his only answer.
He reluctantly let go of her and pushed back, putting some space between them. “I’m waiting,” he said.
More silence, but then the bed creaked, which he assumed meant she was actually doing what he said. Just the thought of her touching herself was enough to turn his morning wood into top-of-the-day steel. “Don’t forget to narrate, darlin’,” he said.
“I’ve got my fingers on my kit kat,” she said.
“Just on?” He let his hand descend to his own nether regions and found his dick nearly standing up straight it was so hard. “That’s not good enough. I want you to do a thorough exploration. From the inside. Put your index finger in.”
The bed creaked again, and he imagined her opening herself up and putting one finger into her wet snatch.
“It’s in,” she said, her voice tremulous.
“All the way in.”
More movement, and her voice rose in pitch when she answered, “Yes, all the way in.”
“And what are you findings?” he asked, stroking himself.
“I’m wet,” she answered.
“How wet?”
“Very wet.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure,” she answered.
“Just in case, put your middle finger in there, too.”
This time she made a small smothered sound. “It’s in there too, now.”
“And it fits?”
“Yes!”
“I’m still not convinced,” he said. “Go ahead and put those other two fingers in there, too.”
Her knee fell against his side, and he nearly came in his hand knowing it was because she was opening her legs wider to do what he said.
“I’m wet,” she said. “I’m so wet.”
It was no longer safe to keep stroking himself, so he said, “I’m not so sure your fingers aren’t too small for the job. I’m going to need to perform the check myself.”
Josie’s hips jerked when he removed her hand and replaced it with his own.
“Oh, God,” she said.
“I don’t hear you narrating.”
“I… you have your first two fingers inside of me.”
“Be more specific, Josie. The details are the best part.”
“You’ve got them kind of hooked in there and you’re… you’re rubbing your hand over the rest of my kit kat.”
“And what are you doing, Josie?”
“I don’t know,” she answered. “I guess I’m trying to rub back.”
“And why are you rubbing back?”
“Because,” she had to stop for a moment, even as her hips ground up against his hand. “I’m trying to get more.”
“More what?”
“More of your hand. More of… I don’t know! I don’t know.” Her breath was coming out in short spurts now.
“I think you do know,” he whispered in her ear. “I think you know exactly what you want. I can feel your clit getting bigger, darlin’. It knows what it wants, even if you don’t.”
“I—oh, God…!”
He felt her pussy clench and then there was a rush of liquid over his fingers.
“Now you’re ready.” He waited until she was done before pulling his fingers out. He put them into his mouth and tasted her cum. “I’ll need you to hand me a condom, then I want you to get on top, darlin’.”
She let out a few ragged breaths before answering, “Whatever you say, Mr. Prescott.”
He heard his nightstand drawer open and close, then he felt her climb on top of him, settling her butt right above his pelvis. He could feel her soaking wet pussy on his abdomen and his dick spasmed, threatening to go off right then and there if he didn’t get inside of her.
He barely managed to get the condom on his pulsing dick, yet he couldn’t resist continuing to toy with her. “Final test. Put me inside of you.”
“You want me to…? Um…”
She sounded a little stymied, and that surprised him. Had her husband never let her get on top? If Beau could see, he’d take every opportunity to watch Josie Witherspoon coming on top of his dick. If he’d been married to Josie—
He stopped himself right there. Josie hadn’t liked him enough to agree to so much as a date in high school. And now that he was blind, the only reason she was in his bed was because he’d agreed to pay her an exorbitant amount to be there. He doubted there was any amount of money that could convince her to marry him.
But he could imagine it, he told himself. “That’s exactly what I want, darlin’,” he said out loud, picturing her with a big diamond ring on her finger that announced to the world that Josie Witherspoon belonged to him.
There was a pause, then he felt her tentatively take hold of his dick.
“I don’t hear you talking.”
“I’ve got your thing in my hand… again.”
His cock spasmed when her fingers slid over it. “Fuck, Josie, I wanna hear you call it a dick. Or a cock. Or anything but those candy-ass words you keep subbing in for it.”
“I’ve got your dick in my hands,” she said. I’m…”
He felt her lift up, and the next thing he knew the head of his cock was enfolded within her sweet pussy. “I’m pushing it in.” Her voice strained, and it was easy to picture her sitting on his cock, sucking in her breath as she pushed him into her slick tunnel until he was all the way in.
She wiggled on top of him, and there was wonderment in her voice when she said, “I didn’t think it would fit all the way in from this position.”
He was surprised, too. She fit so tight around him; it was like she’d been custom made to sit on his dick. Custom made for him.
He groaned. It had been fun letting Josie take the lead for a little while, but he couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed her delicious ass with both hands, and pulled her hips forward.
She moaned above him, but he wasn’t letting her off the hook that easily.