Free Debauched (Undone Book 3) by Jennifer Dawson Page A

croak out, “Yes.”
    “You’re going to touch them and listen to me talk. Your nipples are all I want you to touch, understand?”
    “Okay.” I can’t believe I’m doing this. The part of me that always rears up tries to stop me, whispering this is wrong, that I shouldn’t, but I don’t let her win. Chad is accomplishing something no other man ever has, and I don’t want to stop.
    “What are you wearing?”
    “A tank top and underwear.” My tone is filled with breathless excitement.
    “Lose the tank top.”
    I work it over my head and toss it to the floor.
    “I want you to sleep like that tonight, picture me behind you, playing with your breasts, my hard cock settling into the curve of your ass.”
    The image is sharp and crystal clear, and I want it to be reality. “All right.”
    “Are you lying on your back?”
    “Yes.”
    “Close your eyes, and think of me standing over you, and circle your nipples.”
    My lashes flutter closed, my breath kicks up, and I drag my fingers over the puckered skin. I gasp, arching a little. I see him like he was tonight. His arms crossed, looking down at me.
    “You do know at some point I’m going to be standing over you, watching you do this, don’t you, Ruby?”
    The thought terrifies me and fills me with a needy anticipation. I want to protest it will never work, but don’t. Instead a needy whimper leaves my lips.
    His voice grows lower, more intimate. “Do you like it soft, or hard?”
    “Both.” My fingers move insistent over my nipples.
    “Is soft more of a tease?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’m looking forward to having my mouth on them.”
    I moan, and roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
    “Just keep it soft until I tell you otherwise, okay?”
    I slow my pace. I can’t help it. I don’t know why. I just find his instructions so reassuring. They relax me. I don’t have to think about anything but the sensations racing over my skin, heating places I thought didn’t exist. “Okay.”
    “You have the most fantastic breasts, at some point very soon I’m going to play with them for hours.” He laughs, low and wicked. “And I do mean hours. ”
    I gasp, fingers tightening.
    “I’m going to lick and suck and bite.”
    “Chad.” His name is uttered in a voice I’ve never used before, full of throaty rasp.
    “What do you need, Ruby?”
    “I-I don’t know.” All I know is I want something only he can give me.
    “You can picture it right now, me bending down, my mouth sucking, can’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    “Have you ever tried to lick your own nipples?”
    His words shock me, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “No!”
    That’s completely depraved.
    “Your breasts are large enough to let your tongue play over them.”
    “I’d never…” I trail off on a startled gasp as my fingers grip my nipple and tug.
    “Remember, soft, Ruby. Gentle.”
    I slow, my body breaking out in a sheen.
    “Do me a favor, dip those fingers between your legs and tell me how wet you are.”
    Yes. I want that. I slide my fingers into my panties to find myself wetter than I’ve ever been.
    “Are you wet, Ruby?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good, now circle your nipples with your wet fingers.”
    I can’t explain it, how he’s making me burn, or even why he’s making me burn. I’ve play acted before, stroking my nipples for some guy because he liked to watch, pretending I’m some porn star to get him off, but this is different.
    It’s the dirtiest act I’ve ever engaged in.
    It feels wrong, and right, and everything in between.
    I gather my wetness and then paint it over my nipple, sucking in a breath.
    “Again.”
    I don’t even hesitate.
    “Again.”
    “Chad.” My voice is almost unrecognizable.
    “Am I standing over you?”
    “Yes.”
    “What do you want me to do? Just watch you? Or lick your nipples?”
    “Lick me.” I’d kill to have his mouth on my breasts right now.
    “I’d lick your skin clean. Then start all over again.”
    “Oh