Emma’s POV
I grind against Austin’s hand, panting numbers into his mouth. The impending release curls down my spine.
A hot sweat starts beneath my skin, and my nails dig into his skin as my body trembles, the flush beneath the surface threatening to erupt.
He sucks my neck, "you're riding my fingers, you love it, right?"
I am so wet, there isn’t any resistance, and I barely can speak. The juices drip down his hand and my leg.
“You’re making a mess, baby.” The words are bitten between his clenched teeth.
“Uhh—” A gasp cut off the rest of my apology when his fingers thrust hard, curling against a spot that made me see stars.
“Sixteen,” he reminds me coarsely.
I shake my head, unable to say anything.
His thumb pressed on my c**t, and another finger eased inside. The extra pressure s
