Oh, God.
More…more…more…
I need this.
“I can also add another one.” He thrusts the second finger in. “And another. You take three of them like such a good girl. You’re my favorite f**k hole, Sasha.”
When he rams the third finger in, I think I’ll burst. Yes, I used to take three of his fingers, but that was months ago. Being celibate and having only my fingers for company doesn’t help.
“You’re so tight that you’re milking my fingers.” He curls them inside, and my nails dig into the leather belt.
“Kirill…”
“What?”
“Please…”
“You’re going to have to be more specific with your begging. What do you want me to do?”
“f**k me.” And not only with your fingers.
As much as I love the feeling of them inside me, I need something more.
I need all of him pressed up against me and his muscles
