"Say it, Madison." His fingers stilled, waiting.
"It's yours," I whispered, the words escaping like a secret.
A low growl of approval vibrated through him. His hand slipped into my pajama pants, his fingers finding my bare skin. "f**k, you're soaked." He groaned, his fingers sliding easily through my wetness.
I gasped as his fingers found my c**t, circling it with expert precision. Pleasure shot through me, sharp and sudden, like a damn lightning bolt. Just as I was about to melt into his touch, he pulled his fingers away.
Before I could protest, a sharp sting radiated from my p***y as he slapped it lightly.
"What the—?" I started, shock rippling through me.
"Hush, darling." He smirked. "I'm just getting started."
In one swift motion, he yanked down my pajama pants, tossing them asi
