Page 39 of Double or Nothing

“Just a fumble? Fuck, they were missing out, weren’t they?”

She murmurs. Pants as my fingers brush her pussy.

“Did you fantasise about it after? Be honest. Did you wonder what it would be like if those guys had stretched you open?”

She nods, and my thumb presses against her clit.

“Have you taken it in the ass?”

“Just fingers.”

“How many?”

“Four.”

“Nice. You want more than fingers though, don’t you? There’s a dirty girl in you waiting to burst free. I know it.”

She doesn’t answer that. Her body says it all. She uses the opportunity of my thumb on her clit to squirm, working herself up.

I go in for the kill.

“Have you thought about it being Bryce? Bryce’s cock stretching you open?”

Silence. She stiffens, but she’s still panting. Her cheeks blush, and she closes her eyes, shyness enveloping her.

“It’s ok,” I tell her. “Say it. Tell me that you’ve wanted it to be Bryce.”

Her pussy is so slick. I tease my fingers between her lips, holding back from pushing my way inside her.

“Be honest,” I say. “It’ll feel so good to be honest, I promise. Just like it feels to let that brush free on the canvas.”

Bryce is still mute. I don’t look at him. I don’t need to. I know how hard his heart must be thumping.

“Yes, I’ve thought about Bryce,” Alice whispers.

“A lot?”

Soul Girl bites her lip, fighting the words until my fingers push their way inside her, curling at the spot that makes her groan.

“Be honest,” I say, my wrist in the perfect position for my fingers to drive her wild.

“Every single day,” she says, and holy fuck, even I didn’t realise the extremity.

She’s infatuated.

Utterly fucking delulu for him.

I battle through the alarm bells, and put myself back in inciter mode.

Bryce doesn’t resist when I reach over and guide him towards her. His mouth is straight on hers, his hand on her tit as I work magic on her tight cunt. It’s just like I expected, an untapped jackpot waiting to be explored.

She wraps her arms around his neck, kissing him like a typhoon of want as I work my fingers inside her. It doesn’t take long to have her gasping, bucking her hips against me as she kisses the man she’s been dreaming of.

This is the danger zone. Once she comes, her heady honesty will snap back to reality, so I ease back, keeping her on the edge as I guide Bryce’s hand between her legs instead of mine.

“She wants you inside her,” I tell him. “Slide those fingers in her cunt. Feel how much she wants you.”

Bryce isn’t going to make her come. His hand is too tense, his attention too focused on her mouth.