“Look at me,” he growls against my flesh. “I want to see your face when I ruin you.”
I force my eyes open, meeting his ice-blue gaze as he flattens his tongue against my c**t.
The eye contact makes it filthier somehow. More intimate. More dangerous.
“That’s it,” he praises, sliding two fingers inside me one knuckle at a time. “So f*****g tight. You’re going to need a lot of preparation to take all of me.”
My walls clench around his fingers at his words, drawing a dark chuckle from him.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” He curls his fingers in a come-hither motion that has me mewling. “You like knowing my c**k is going to stretch this virgin p***y to its limits.”
“Yes,” I gasp. Shame and desire are tangling together in my chest until I can’t tell where one stops and the other begins.
