“f**k, Selene,” he snarls, his control slipping as he thrusts into me again, matching my pace. The wet slap of his palm against me fills the air, obscene and relentless, every movement pulling me higher, tighter. “So greedy. You can’t help yourself, can you?”
“Don’t stop!” I cry out, the words ripped from me, raw and broken. “Make me come, Seth. Now.”
The plea cracks something in him. His thumb bears down on my c**t, hard and merciless, his fingers pumping deep and fast, curling exactly where I need them. The pressure detonates inside me, my climax tearing through me like fire.
I scream, arching off the mattress as waves crash over me, wetness spilling around his hand, dripping down my thighs. He doesn’t stop, working me through it, milking every spasm, every desperate cry, until I coll
