I moaned and bucked against his hand, trying to force him deeper but instead he shook his head, holding me in place with his other hand. "Keep still, Megs," he instructed. "I can't," I moaned, my hips moving instinctively against the motion of his fingers. "You can and you will," he scolded, his dark eyes running over my face, but he pushed his fingers in further, letting his thumb slide upwards and making me shudder. I couldn't bear not being able to move and he knew it. I wanted to rock my hips back and forth against him, but this way made the pleasure more intense as I was forced to focus on the movement of his fingers inside me. When the first pulse came, it was sudden, almost violent in the way it surged through me and I cried out, bracing myself against the chair in fear that the sho
