KAIA
“I—I didn’t—”
“Didn’t what?” he cuts in, tilting his head, “Didn’t mean to grind your pretty little p***y against my fingers like that? Or didn’t mean to get this wet just ‘cause I opened my mouth?”
“Shut up.” I gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He laughs low, the sound buzzing against my throat as his teeth scrape lightly at my jaw. “Oh, Red, if you think I’m shutting up, you’re delusional. I’m enjoying this way too much.”
His fingers press harder, sliding up and down through the thin fabric, and I get embarrassingly wetter. He groans like the discovery is the best thing that’s happened to him all week.
“f**k me,” he mutters. “You’re dripping. You really do want me.”
“I don’t,” I manage, though my voice shakes so hard it betrays me instantly.
Maddox pulls back just en
