But they also excited her, as did the sound of that crude word in his rich, elegant tones. She squirmed against the sudden tingling in her—what had he called it before?—her cunt. “My breasts are too small to be pretty,” she said, more to divert the subject than anything else. “They are small but they are soft, yet firm.” He flicked his thumb over a tight peak. “Your little nipples get so astonishingly hard, just the sight of them makes my cock ache and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of them on my tongue.” As if to prove his point, he leant forward and captured her left nipple with his mouth and worked his tongue around it in slow circles. Without stopping, he took her hand and led it to his groin. Beneath her hand, his cock throbbed. “Does it ache now?” she asked. He lifted his head. “God, yes.” “And if I let you…do what you want—” “Say it, love. Don’t be so shy with me.” He pressed her hand harder. “Say the words.” She laughed and shook her head.
