“Oh, yeah?” I smirk against her skin. I feel her shiver as my fingers travel higher. She’s not wearing any underwear. I made sure of it last night when she showed up and got on my knees for her. “What do you want first, Princess? My cock, or my fingers? Because you’re getting both.”
Her head falls back onto my chest. Her eyes are still closed, but there’s this small, placid smile on her face. I watch her lips just as my fingers graze her clit. It’s a whisper of a touch, one that’s almost so light, she might not notice it.
She moans. Yup, she noticed.
“I just want you, Scotty,” she says as her hand reaches up behind her so she can thread her fingers through my hair.
Fuck, I love the way her nails feel when they scrape across my scalp.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Her hips tilt toward my fingers, begging me to play. So, I do.
I rest my fingers on her slit before moving down. “Fuck, you’re already soaked.”
She answers with a soft hum as I move my fingers through her slick heat. I kiss her cheek. “Were you thinking about me while you were sleeping?”
Another whimper instead of responding with anything coherent. I get it. Whenever she’s touching my cock, I find it hard to think straight too.
I dip my fingers lower, gathering more of her wetness, deliberately teasing her by touching around her clit.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
She lets out this tiny, frustrated sound that makes me grin against her skin. “Don’t tease me,” she says just as her hips shift against my cock. She’s one to talk.
“Oh, Princess, I’m gonna tease you until you’re begging so loud the person blowing up your phone knows you’re too busy getting fucked to answer.”
That’s when she pulls on my hair. Hard.
Circling her clit lightly with my thumb, I keep my fingers just out of reach. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want your fingers inside me,” she whispers, her voice wrecked, her thighs shaking with need. “Please, Scotty. I need them. I need you.”
“As you wish.”
I slide my fingers into her—two of them, slow at first so I can feel every breath she takes as she adjusts around me. Fuck, she’s wet, tight, and gripping me like she never plans on letting go. Her back arches, as a soft cry spills out of her.
It’s so freaking hot, I have to press my teeth into her skin just to stop myself from moaning too loudly.
Her pussy clenches just as I curl my fingers, stroking her from the inside.
“Oh my god.” She lets out this wrecked, broken moan that shoots straight through me. I ease my thumb down to her clit, circling slowly, deliberately, while my fingers thrust harder inside her.
“Scotty…” She’s shaking now, her thighs trembling around my hand. “I’m—I’m close—”
The moment those words leave her mouth, I pull my fingers out of her.
She gasps, and her hips buck helplessly at the loss.
“Shhh,” I murmur against her neck, gripping her hip to hold her still when she tries to chase my hand. “I’m not stopping. I just want to feel you around me when you come.”
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I guide her forward just an inch, so her ass presses against my hips instead of my hand. My cock fits right between her thighs from behind, sliding across her slit as I coat myself in her wetness.
She tilts her hips higher just as I press forward and slip into her in one slow, perfect thrust. Her pussy pulls me in. Tight, wet, and unreal.
I wrap my arm around her waist, hold her tight, and slide my other hand right back between her thighs and find her clit to play with her.
