She gasped, arched her back.
“And Hunt will be here.”
I pulled back, worked the second finger into her, then began to slowly, carefully finger f**k her a*s. She wasn’t a novice at this, knew how to relax, to push out to let me in. She was not afraid of the intense feelings, the intimacy of the act. I watched her face, the way she bit her lip, the way her cheeks turned a pretty pink, the way her breath came out in little pants. I even felt her p***y dripping onto my palm. I didn’t need those outward signs to know she liked what I was doing. I felt it through the damn collar. And so I pushed her more. I wanted to see how far she’d go, for I knew how far I wanted to take her. As my matched mate, she’d want it.
No, she’d love it.
“We will f**k you together, fill you with our seed. Don’t yo
