Page 77 of Vengefully Matched

Priscilla winked. “It’s simple. Keep talking to me. Tell me what you want.”

Agatha froze. “What if I ask for something you don’t want?”

“Then we’ll talk through it.”

“What if I ask for something weird?”

“There’s no weird, there’s just sex, and what you’re comfortable with and what I’m comfortable with. As long as you keep talking, it won’t be weird. I promise. Can you do that?” She pressed kisses to the inside of each of Agatha’s thighs.

Agatha blushed. “Yes.”

“Good. Now, what do you want?”

Agatha shut her eyes. “I want,” she began, taking a deep breath, and then exhaling. “I want you to keep licking me. I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Fill me up. Let me ride them until I can’t stand it.”

“That’s so hot,” said Priscilla. “Do you like these?” She rubbed two fingers against Agatha, a shallow dip over her panties that was everything and yet not even close to what she needed.

“Yes. I guess.”

“If you guess, I’m not doing it right. Give me a minute and I’ll show you more.”

Priscilla returned her tongue to Agatha’s cunt, licking from bottom to top, and then dipping her tongue in.

“You taste,” she said, licking her clit for a few long, dragging seconds, “so fucking good. Sorry about these.”

She tore through the delicate silk panties, tossing them aside.

“I’ll buy you new ones. I just needed to see something.” Prissy licked her again. “Fuck yes, that makes you even more turned on, doesn’t it?” She smacked lightly at Agatha’s thigh, gripping her ass when the impact of it made Agatha buck forward onto her face, and for a few long minutes, she stayed there, until Agatha was concerned that she wouldn’t be able to breathe.

She was so close, reaching for that peak, and Prissy pulled back, raising a hand.

“I’m going to fuck you with my hand today, and next time, I’m going to fuck you with whatever you want. I know we joked about size, but I mean it. I can be whatever you want in that department.” She waggled her eyebrows. “By silicone, magic, or both, you can have whatever you like.”

She didn’t wait for Agatha to respond, sliding one long finger in, and then a second, curling and pumping, but not touching the sensitive bud that Agatha so desperately wanted her to touch.

Impatiently, Agatha snaked her hand between her thighs, but Priscilla swiped it away, removing her fingers, leaving Agatha horrifyingly empty.

“Stay focused and take care of those tits for me,” she growled, and Agatha whimpered, following her directions.

“Good girl,” Priscilla said, face smug again, and slid her fingers back in. “Do you know what good girls get?” She muttered it against Agatha’s pussy, licking one side, then the other, fingers drawing in and out, and in and out, urgently, and then more urgently.

“What?” Agatha asked, forcing herself to look at Priscilla, on her knees, finger-fucking her with abandon.

“Exactly what they need,” said Priscilla, licking her lips and then diving back in, circling Agatha’s clit, pumping her fingers harder, and curling, moaning a little into her skin, the vibration of it sending Agatha closer and closer. Her tongue moved expertly, and just when the circling was almost there, she pulled back and sucked, slowing the rhythm of her hand ever so slightly, and then picking it back up, the fucking and the circling.

Agatha screamed when she came, so hard that her eyes watered.

Priscilla kept pumping her hand, in and out, riding out the tremors, and Agatha gasped for breath, trying to get ahold of herself. When she had, she tugged on Priscilla’s shoulders, pulling her up to standing and kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on Pricilla’s tongue and something about that made her desperate to do it all again.

“Can I?” she said, reaching for Prissy’s pants.

Priscilla’s hands covered her own, breath rising and falling, rickety.

“Next time,” she said, squeezing Agatha’s hands. “This time was to show you, and I know you, Agatha, you like to be prepared. Take the time you need, and when you’re ready, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh,” said Agatha, and it was then that she realized she was both incredibly satisfied and incredibly stupid.

There was not a shot in hell that it would be just one time. There was no getting it out of her system; Priscilla Hart was the entire system for her now.