Dean couldn’t believe how wet she was; how ready. He trembled with the need to stay in control, to go slow. He ran his tongue over her shoulders and throat and plunged his finger into her p***y with a steady rhythm. Her hips moved on his finger, riding it, and his c**k gave a spasm when he thought how good it was going to feel to make love to her properly.
She was moaning now, her eyes closed, her head thrown back on his strong shoulder. Gripping her in place, he thrust a second finger inside her, used his thumb to gently circle her c**t.
Emma let out a low cry. “Dean!”
“Shhh, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “Let go, Emma. I want you to come for me, angel. I want to feel it.”
She was close, he knew. Her whole small body was tensing up, tighter and tighter, and her p***y muscles were pul
