Dear God, he’s licking my juices from his fingers.
The thought alone is enough to make me come.
I attempt to glance over my shoulder.
“If I have to tell you eyes upfront one more time, I’ll assume you don’t want my cock, and this game will be over.”
That’s all the incentive I need to obey his command.
I dip my head and moan when his fingers slide back in.
He strokes inside me, focusing on the textured spot that sends a flurry of electric sensations throughout my body all at once.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“Do you want my neighbors to know I’m doing filthy things to you outdoors?”
“Yes. I mean, no.” I can’t even think straight. On one hand, the idea of getting caught is exhilarating, but on the other, this isn’t the type of video I want to go viral. Although Kaz promised no one can catch a glimpse of us because the fire pit is sunken, why take a chance? “I’ll be quiet.”
“What was that?”
“Sorry. I’ll be quiet, master.”
“Good girl.”
He grips my thighs and his tongue makes contact with my pussy, and I let out a wail.
All movement stops.
“You call that being quiet?”
“I’m sorry, but you’re doing toe-curling things to me. And being outdoors… it’s too much. It’s too good.”
“I’ve barely touched you, and already, you’re losing your mind. Which means, we may have a problem on our hands.”
“No, please don’t stop. I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“You said that the last time.”
“But this time, I mean it.”
“I can’t take a chance. It’s too risky.”
Are we stopping?
The sound of clothes shuffling behind me echoes around us.
What is he doing?
He comes and stands next to me. “There’s only one surefire way to keep you quiet.”
I furrow my brows.
He pulls something from behind his back. “I’m going to stuff your pretty little mouth with your wet panties.”
I blink.
I blink again.
