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Nora
Clyde's fingers pressed harder and I let myself feel every bit of it.
A sharp scream left my mouth before I could stop myself, and I clutched him tighter. Every brush of his fingers across my c**t pulled another sound from my throat. He kissed me again, swallowing my sounds, his body pressed me harder against the bed, trapping me, owning me.
"You're already so wet at my touch, Nora,"he growled into my mouth, now touching my bare p***y. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? How many nights I’ve wanted to hear you break for me?”
I couldn’t answer. My voice was gone, lost to the rhythm of his touch, to the way he worked me with slow, deliberate cruelty, never enough, always pulling me closer to the edge then easing back.
Then he pushed one finger inside
