CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
Pulls out completely in one long, slick slide.
I whine at the sudden emptiness, clenching around nothing. “No—wait—”
“Shh.” He kisses me quick and dirty, then drops back to his knees between my spread thighs. His hands push my legs wider, hooking under my knees to hold me open for him.
Two fingers slide straight into me—no warning, no tease—just thick and deep, curling up to press hard against that spongy spot inside. My back bows off the desk, a sharp cry ripping out of me.
“Look at you,” he growls, eyes locked on where his fingers disappear into my soaked p***y. “So f*****g wet… dripping everywhere.”
He pumps them slow at first, then faster—curling, twisting, scissoring—hitting that spot over and over until my thighs start shaking again. His thumb finds my c**t,
