I didn't answer him. I couldn't because he was right. He was, all I'd wanted was for him to touch me.
The truth was written in the way my body was arching into his hand, in the way I was weeping onto his knuckles. The humiliation of his words was like fuel to my desire, awakening it and making the fire of my arousal burn hotter.
"Tell me," he commanded, his fingers suddenly stilling deep inside me. The sudden lack of motion was its own kind of torture. "Tell me you're a little w***e who stood here watching me while your p***y throbbed for it."
"I was," I choked out, the words feeling thick and shameful on my tongue. "I was watching you... I was so wet I could barely stand. I wanted to see you like this. I wanted to feel you."
Caden’s expression shifted, his nostrils flaring. A dark,
