f**k!
She slid her fingers deeper, slow and deliberate, feeling the slick warmth pool on her skin. Her breath hitched, eyes locked on Miles’s wide, hungry ones.
Mr. Black’s voice cut low and commanding. “Touch her, Miles. Don’t be shy.”
Miles’s hands shook as he reached for her hips, pulling her closer to him. She leaned into his touch, her creamy p***y trembling beneath his tentative fingers.
“Good,” Mr. Black murmured, eyes dark with ownership. “She belongs to both of us tonight.”
Her n*****s tightened under her own teasing fingers, every breath a mix of need and anticipation.
Miles’s touch grew bolder, brushing over her slick folds, making her arch into him. She whispered, “Don’t stop.”
Mr. Black’s gaze burned hotter as he watched, one hand trailing down his own dark, thick d**k,
