She inhaled sharply. “Okay.”
That voice, trembling, went straight to my dick. I was already painfully hard.
I pressed a slow kiss below her ear, feeling her melt. “You’re doing so good for me,” I murmured. “Such a good girl.”
Fuck.
Why was she so perfect for me? How was I supposed to keep my control when she reacted like this?
“Yeah,” I kissed her jaw, “just like that. That’s it, baby.”
My thumb brushed her clit, curling her, while my fingers slid in and out of her beautiful pussy. I had to shut my eyes for a second before I lost it.
She whimpered, and it hit me so hard I groaned against her neck.
Jesus Christ.
“Fuck… you’re making me so proud, baby. Look at the way you react to me.”
Her hips gave the faintest roll, and my entire body tightened with lust. I stroked her again, just a slow, gentle drag of my fingers. Her head dropped back.
God. Fuck.She was breathtaking.
“Good girl,” I brushed my lips along her neck. Letting her feel how much I meant it. “Such a good girl for me.”
“Vince… it feels—God?—”
“I know.” I kissed her cheek. “You like that, don’t you?”
She arched into my touch like she was made for my hands.
“Fuck, baby… you’re arching for me. Good girl.”
She clutched shoulder tight, desperate, and her nails digging into me, made me groan again.
Every soft touch of hers went straight to my cock.
It was almost unbearable. Her shyness was adorable.
“Babygirl. Can you part your legs a little wider for me?”
She was hesitant. I could feel it.
“It’s just me,” I kissed her jaw. “No need to hide, sweetheart. It’s cute… but baby, you own me.”
She let out a small breath, trusting and opened for me.
“Good girl,” I whispered, kissing her shoulder. “Trust me, baby. I’ve got you.”
I moved my fingers again, slow, deep enough to make her gasp, careful enough that she knew she could stop me with a word. Her thighs trembled around my wrist.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my lips brushing her temple, “letting me touch you… letting me stretch you.”
She whimpered softly. “It’s… it’s a lot.”
“I know,” I soothed, kissing her neck. “That’s why I’m talking you through it. Stay with me.”
Small circles. Working my thumb over her clit. She arched, a small shake of her body.
