That she isn’t good enough.
“Alright then.” I start to pull away.
“No!” she gasps, voice overflowing with panic. Her hand tightens in my hair, tries to keep me in place with all its strength. “D-Don’t stop, just…”
Do it. Unlock your reward. Admit how good you’ve been.
“You know the rules. Say it.”
A shaky exhale. “I… I was…”
I encourage her with a long, deep lap. “Yes?”
I pump my fingers in and out, this time faster, deeper. “A good what?”
“A good girl,” she breathes at last.
“Mm,” I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, all red from grazing against my beard. “Why?”
“Because… I completed the project.”
“And how did you do?” I find her sweet spot again. This time, I don’t miss it.
“Just good?” I start torturing it with purpose, rubbing just too lightly for her to come.
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