Chapter 92
He couldn't describe how much pleasure he found in her taste, in her smell, or in the feel of her little p***y clamping down on his fingers in a warning of her impending climax. s**t, he wanted her to come all over his hand like she had before, and then lap it up with his tongue, but not yet. Not until she begged for it.
Three times he brought her to the edge and then left her luke-warm without enough friction to finish the job. After the third time she thrashed beneath him, sobbing almost. “Now,” he told her. “You're ready to beg me.” Slippery wet, but still tight, he forced another finger inside, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. “And make it good, Ms. Ellis, or you won't be allowed to come at all.”
She gasped at him calling her Ms. Ellis again. Damn but it so
