Kiana
Slowly, he pushed a finger inside me, curling it just right as his mouth latched onto my n****e. The combination made my whole body tense and quake. His touch wasn’t rough—it was achingly sweet, the kind of teasing that left me on edge. Then a second finger slid in, stretching me, his thumb circling over my c**t until I was arching like I was offering myself to him, panting his name like prayer.
“Who knows how to f**k you good?” he rasped, voice dark and low against my skin. “Say it, Kiana. Say my name.”
The orgasm ripped through me hard enough that I nearly screamed. My back bowed, my nails clawed at his shoulders, and his name tore from my throat as I exploded around his fingers.
He eased them out slowly, deliberately, before slipping them into his mouth. His tongue swirled aro
