His fingers didn’t stop.
Even as I whimpered, shaking, too sensitive to think—he kept them moving, slow but deep, curling inside me like he owned every inch of my body.
I was folded over the arm of the couch, ass in the air, thighs trembling.
His hand slid up the back of my neck, fingers digging into my hair.
“You feel that?” he murmured against my ear.
“That’s how soaked you still are. You’re f*****g dripping.”
I moaned, unable to speak.
Every nerve ending was still raw from the orgasm he’d just forced out of me, and now he was building another without even trying.
“You’re not tired,” he said.
“You’re needy.”
I shivered when he pulled his fingers out.
Then I heard him suck them clean—f**k.
“Come here.”
He dragged me by the wrist across the room, yanked open the closet, and pu
