I whimpered, too close to coming to stop, my fingers thrusting faster, c**t swollen and sensitive under my thumb, the heat coiling tight in my belly.
"I—I couldn't wait," I gasped, eyes locked on him as he stalked closer, his sweatpants tented with that thick bulge I’d been fantasizing about, growing harder right in front of me.
He grabbed my wrist, yanking my hand out of my p***y with a wet pop, my juices stringing between my fingers, and he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one, his tongue swirling around each digit like he was savoring the taste of my arousal, groaning deep in his throat as his eyes never left mine.
"You taste so f*****g good," he rasped, then spun me around, bending me over the counter harder, my breasts pressing against the cold granite, n****
