Taboo Runs Wild
“Do you even know what part of the anatomy this is?”
My face burned hotter than ever.
“Answer me,” he snapped.
“M-my… vagina,” I stuttered.
“Wrong,” he smirked, sliding his finger through my folds until I was squirming. “This is your pussy. Your dripping, desperate pussy. Biology books won’t teach you that, Jo. But I will.”
His finger brushed my clit, and my head snapped back, a strangled sound escaping me.
“That’s the clitoris,” he said with mock professionalism, his tone filthy despite the lecture. “Over eight thousand nerve endings. And I intend to make every single one of them scream.”