“I can’t wait another second. I need you, Sydney.”
She moaned, “Ford,” as my hands went down her sides, rubbing those dips that I’d been staring at for so long, the way her back arched into that incredible heart-shaped ass.
Perfection.
That was what she was.
And I needed more.
While my tongue slid between her lips, I searched for that spot that would make her scream.
That was what I wanted.
That sound.
Those screams.
“I need to feel how f*****g tight you are.”
I tugged at the button of her jeans and moved her zipper down, burying my fingers under her panties.
“That p***y,” I moaned.
Fuck.
The bareness.
The f*****g tightness that I knew was waiting for me.
The wetness that would be coating my fingers.
I dived in.
Straight to my goddamn knuckle and heard, “Oh my God. Yes!”
