I whimpered softly, shaking my head. “No.”
“Now be a good girl and try to be quiet,” he said, his tongue stroking my c**t again.
My toes curled and I pressed my legs together instinctively.
“Spread your legs for me, Gabrielle.”
I obeyed, gripping harder on the edge of the fountain. His fingers stroked me slowly, like he was taking his time.
“f**k, you’re soaked,” his voice was nearly a growl.
I pushed my hips back but he pulled away. “Just give it to me.”
“Wrong words, love,” he said.
He slid one finger between my folds, slow and teasing, brushing my c**t just enough to make my hips buck.
One of his fingers slipped inside me but before I could scream, his other hand clamped around my mouth as he leaned closer.
“You’re being a brat,” he murmured disapprovingly. “Do you wan
