“More,” she moaned, pushing her pussy against my hand.
The wetness dripped from my fingers, coating them thoroughly as I prodded her opening. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, but I couldn’t waste any more time. I needed to be inside her. It had taken everything in me to show the restraint I already had, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.
Slowly, I sank one finger inside her, feeling her walls convulse around me. Touching her from the inside was almost heavenly. The only thing better would have been my dick, but there would be time for that.
“More,” she called out.
Without releasing her nipple, I did as I’d been told. Dipping a second finger inside, I resisted the urge to cry out myself. My eyes rolled back in my head as the feeling of ecstasy overcame me.
I would not come in my pants. I couldn’t. All credibility I had with Race would quickly go out the window. I left my fingers inside, not moving as I calmed myself down.
“More!”
She was a greedy little thing. I loved that. I wanted her to be aggressive.
“Harder.”
It almost sounded like she was begging, although she’d argue that point. I did as she’d commanded, slowly moving my fingers out before plunging them back inside.
I needed to taste her.
As I worked my fingers inside her, I trailed a path down her stomach. Then I hovered just in front of her pussy. I paused, letting her musky female arousal penetrate every fiber of my being before I leaned forward and licked her.
“Fuck,” she groaned, almost collapsing in my arms.
The salty sweetness of her exploded in my mouth. I swear to fuck, my dick was about to break off, and I was hanging by a thread as I fastened my mouth around her and captured her wetness with my tongue.
As I glanced up at her, her eyes rolled back and closed. I wouldn’t let her come—not yet, at least. She’d have to beg for it. From the sounds coming from her throat, I knew I was on the right track, so I pushed forward and increased the pressure of my mouth against her bare flesh.
Just as her body began to shake and her breathing came out in ragged, short breaths, I pulled away.
“Don’t stop.”
“Beg,” I demanded, still working my fingers inside her.
“Morgan,” she said.
I ignored her, continuing my assault on her from the inside. After finding her G-spot, I let my fingers slide against it each time my digits retreated.
“Oh my God,” she cried out, pushing her pussy toward my face. “You can’t!”
“I can. God won’t help you now. Only I can. Say it.”
“Fuck you.” Her fingers dug into my scalp, pulling my hair.
“You will.”
She glared at me, still grinding against my hand. Her nipples were hard peaks and her skin was covered in goose bumps. “I hate you.”
I stuck my tongue out and swept it across her clit, curling it to get maximum contact.
“Yes!”
I pulled away. “Yes what?” I grinned, hooking my fingers inside her so she couldn’t move.
“Fuckin’ eat me, Morgan.”
Now that was sexy, but it wasn’t enough. I slid a third finger inside, stretching her wide.
