Chapter 127

Wide blue eyes took in the monster trapped in the delicate fabric, and Natalie let the white-haired girl admire her weapon for a moment. Yesterday and today had been pretty great for her ego. Not just her increase in strength, but all the stuff with Sofia. The conscious part of Natalie would never admit it, but there wasn’t a person on the planet she wanted to impress more than Sofia.

And she was certainly impressed.

“It’s so big,” Sofia said, almost in disbelief. “Is this how they normally are?”

Natalie wouldn’t know, obviously, having only been with women, but she was pretty sure not. Her cock was definitely thicker, longer, and simply more intimidating than most.

“Girls do it best,” Natalie said sagely.

“You’re ridiculous.” Working up the nerve, Sofia reached out and grabbed Natalie’s cock.

Despite all of Natalie’s teasing, a shiver went through her, up and down her spine—a pleasurable trickle of electricity that heated her entire body up.

Sofia. Sofia’s hand was on her cock, and soon she’d be jerking her off. The idea had her heart galloping in her chest. But she masked the reaction as best she could. She cared more about embarrassing Sofia and establishing her superiority in this arena than anything else. Obviously, she wasn’t interested in doing this with Sofia for any other reason. Just proving who was better.

The radiating heat that came with even a touch of Sofia’s delicate hand was entirely from Natalie’s competitive spirit, and not because seeing Sofia on her knees made her wild with desire.

“It’s ... hot,” Sofia said. A second hand joined the first, burying underneath Natalie’s panties and wrapping around her length. “And seriously, so big. How would it even fit?”

“You could always find out.”

Sofia met Natalie’s eyes, then blushed furiously and looked away. “I couldn’t imagine a less pleasant task if I tried.”

“We’ll take it at your own pace,” Natalie said. “By the end of the week, I think you’ll be singing a different tune.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Obviously,” Natalie said. “Why wouldn’t I want your tight pussy squeezing around my cock?”

Sofia’s eyes widened, and she started sputtering. “Do you mind? Don’t be so crude.”

“I can’t help it, when your reactions are so cute. Look—you can’t even meet my eyes now.”

Sofia defiantly dragged her gaze up, only to last about one full second before they skittered back down to Natalie’s cock.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Your ego is incredible.”

“Says you?”

“Just shut up and enjoy your handjob,” Sofia growled.

“And stop teasing you? Nah. The best part of this is you, princess, not your hands.” Natalie savored the flush that statement drew for a moment, then continued, “Besides, enjoy it? You’re really not that good. I think we’ll be here for a while.”

Sofia frowned, then, chewing her lip for a moment, finally flipped Natalie’s skirt higher up and reached for her panties. Tugging them down, she freed Natalie’s cock, then, with two hands, started really working her way up and down.

Natalie paid close attention to Sofia’s reaction to each of her statements, because as much as she wanted to tease Sofia, even insult her, she didn’t intend to dig into actual insecurities or go too far. But she knew Sofia; taunting would only encourage her, inspire a desire to do better.

Though definitely embarrass her, too—but Natalie was getting the impression that being a bit rude turned Sofia on. It wasn’t hard to see that Sofia was a little repressed.

Also, the taunting over Sofia’s skill was half true; Sofia was, frankly, not very good at this, since she had obviously never jerked someone off before. And she didn’t have the natural talent Jordan did. That said, Natalie had to feign her unaffectedness. At the shivers of electricity going up and down her spine with each long stroke of Sofia’s two hands, moans and whines threatened to break out. Obviously, she wouldn’t give Sofia the satisfaction of that.