“Tell me to stop.” My lips brush the shell of her ear. “Say the word, and I’ll walk out that door.”
She doesn’t.
Instead, she palms the back of my neck, tugs me closer like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go, and kisses me again. It’s anything but gentle.
My thumb finds her wet, needy cunt and I slide it inside. Eyes fluttering shut, she sighs.
“You’re pussy is soaked, Rorie.” I replace my thumb with one finger. “You’ve been sitting there all night in this mess, haven’t you?” I ease deeper, letting her feel every inch, every slow push. “Answer me, Rorie.”
“Yes.” It’s barely audible. Her hips roll against my hand with unspoken urgency.
Her body tenses when I add a second finger. And when she gasps, it shoots straight to my cock. She looks so fucking good, grinding against my hand while my fingers explore, and stroke.
I draw back a bit just to torture her, but the look she’s giving me detonates in my bloodstream.
She knows it.
I know it.
We’re dangling on the edge of something irreversible here—and the next move we make won’t just ruin the rules. It’ll rewrite the whole damn game.
Rorie moans, lip caught between her teeth, her body moving on its own, rubbing, finding the friction she so desperately wants.
She’s scorching hot, and when I curl my fingers just right, I swear her temperature rises with each grind. The way she makes tiny mewl sounds has me clenching my jaw to keep from losing it right there.
With two fingers driving deep, my thumb drags up to her slick and swollen clit. I knead, and tease, and Ireallywant to suck on that tiny little nub. It takes every ounce of restraint I have not to make her sweet, hot pussy my next meal.
“Nolan,” she cries out, jerking beneath me.
“That’s it, Rorie.” My voice is dark. “Scream my name. Let everyone hear who’s making you feel so good.”
Her gaze drops to watch my fingers work inside her. I’m buried to the end, my thumb still circling her clit.
“You love watching me fuck your pussy with my fingers—watching what I do to you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Her thighs tremble, and my cock throbs. With my wrist twisting, slow and filthy, I let her ride every inch of pressure I give her. Her slick coats my hand, sticky and warm, and I want to feel her crumble with my fingers so far inside her she’ll never forget the shape of my hands, or the way I made her collapse one thrust, one breath, one shudder at a time.
I crash into her with a kiss so punishing it’s sure to leave a mark. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my tongue sweeps against hers. She moans again—and Jesus, it’s the sexiest thing ever.
My lips brush along the curve of her throat, chasing the wild thrum of her pulse like it’s calling me home. She tastes like wildfire and surrender, and when her hips roll again, searching, my spine lights up.
Her breath stutters. And for one suspended moment, she freezes like she’s realizing what we’ve done, what we’re doing. But then sheexhales a shattered moan, her breaths short and choppy as her pussy clenches around me. And fuck, she’s so goddamn tight. Rorie Adams, dripping wet and coming on my fingers, is the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt.
Once her breathing slows, I ease out carefully, dragging the tips of my fingers over her sensitive area, but she doesn’t retreat.
She climbs.
Rorie’s legs wrap around my waist, tight and hungry, her pussy pressing into the thick ridge of my cock through my pants. She moves again, chasing her high.
Nothing separates us but thin fabric, and it’s soaked through now. Every press, every roll of her hips sends lightning through my system. I’m strung so tight I’m two breaths from losing it completely.
“That’s it, Rorie,” I growl against her neck, my voice raw and wrecked. “Take what you need. Take all of it.”
A whimper from her is barely audible, but it shreds me. She’s so responsive, grinding harder now—rougher, desperate—like she can’t get close enough.
Her head tips back, exposing more of her neck. I don’t hesitate. I bury my face there, licking and sucking at her skin while her body rides mine with frantic rhythm.
