Black. Gray. Brown.
I was about to comment, but Kiel’s head dropped to my breast and I closed my eyes, tugging at his hair to hold him closer, demand more. His hand roamed around my a*s to find my wet core and he pushed two fingers inside me without caution or warning. My back arched and I hissed at the glorious intrusion. I was tight and his fingers were big. I felt everything, the press and curl of those dextrous digits.
I nearly came all over him, my p***y clenching down on him like a fist.
“Do it,” I breathed. Who was this woman I’d turned into? “f**k me. God, just f**k me.”
As if he’d been holding back still, his leash finally snapped, he slipped his fingers from me, gripped my hips to lift me higher over his c**k and stopped, looking me in the eye. “Where are you?”
I blinked slo
