I nod, biting my lip.
“Use your words.”
“Y-yes. It feels good.”
With a hum of satisfaction, Clay finds my clit again and rubs it hard. He watches me intently, changing the pace and pressure depending on my reaction. It feels incredible. The intensity of his gaze makes me shudder, pleasure blooming inside me as he keeps circling my clit.
“Oh!”
I come with a ragged moan, pulsing against Clay’s fingers. But he doesn’t give me a second to recover. He’s already pushing two fingers against my entrance, and a warm shiver runs through me as he slides them inside.
“You look so fucking pretty when you come,” he growls. “Gonna make you do it again.”
His fingers feel so big inside me, stretching me open as he pumps them in and out. My head falls back against the seat, stars exploding in my vision. His movements are relentless. I don’t even have a chance to breathe.
“Still think this is fake?” he asks gruffly, breathing hard. “My fingers fucking your tight little pussy?”
I shake my head, trembling all over. “N-no.”
“No what?”
“No…it’s not fake.”
“Damn straight, sugar.” Clay kisses me hard, nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. He swallows my sobs as another orgasm rocks through me, my walls spasming around him.
“Good girl,” he mutters, slipping his fingers out of me. They’re glistening with my juices, and I watch dazedly as he sucks them dry. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
He’s still breathing hard, eyebrows creasing as he looks at me, like he’s having some kind of internal dilemma.
“I want you so fucking much,” he mutters, reaching for my hand and pressing it to his bulge. It feels impossibly hard against my palm, the thick outline straining against his jeans. “I want you right here, right now. But you deserve a bed for all the things I’m gonna do to you, sugar.”
He pulls my hand away, kissing the inside of my wrist. Then he turns the engine back on, his gaze sliding to me as he pulls away from the verge.
“You’ve got ten minutes ‘til we get back to my cabin. Then you’re all mine, Savannah.”
I gulp as I meet his gaze, a heady rush of anticipation thrumming through my veins. There’s a feral glint in Clay’s eye as he looks back toward the road, flooring it up the mountain.
Something tells me this man is about to ruin me forever…
The cabin doorhas barely shut behind us before Clay is kissing me again, pushing me back toward his bedroom. His mouth moves desperately against mine, fingers unbuttoning his shirt.
There’s nothing holding us back now.
I fall back against the mattress of his giant bed, my thighs slick with need as I watch Clay shrug off his shirt. His muscular chest is inked with dark tattoos, twisting up his thick biceps. He looks bigger and wilder than ever as he towers over the bed, eyes locked on my face.
“Time to take off that pretty dress, sugar.”
I suck in a breath, nerves jangling as I pull the dress up over my head. Nobody has ever seen me naked before. I’m confident in my curves, but it doesn’t stop me feeling nervous as I toss my dress to the floor.
“Fuck,” Clay groans, stepping closer to the bed. “You’re so beautiful.”
He sits on the mattress beside me, his eyes roaming my plump body. I’m wearing nothing but my bra and white lace panties, so wet they’re practically transparent.
“Now your bra, sugar.”
I do as he says, reaching back to unclip my bra and sliding it off my shoulders. My breasts spill free—big and heavy—and Clay curses under his breath.
“Every inch of you is so fucking perfect.”
