My fingers slip beneath her panties now, finding her slick and hot. So fucking wet. I slide one finger through her folds, collecting her wetness before circling her clit.
"Oh fuck," she whimpers, her hips jerking.
"That's it," I encourage, rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit. "Feel good, baby? This what you need?"
She nods, her head thrashing against my chest as the band launches into another song. The crowd surges around us, but we're hidden in our dark corner, my body shielding her from view as I finger-fuck her in the middle of a goddamn concert.
I slide onefinger inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench around me. She's so fucking tight it makes my head spin, imagining how she'd feel around my cock.
I've imagined this moment for years—being the first to make her come apart—but the reality of her wet heat clenching around my finger is better than any fantasy.
"That's it, baby," I murmur against her ear, working my finger slowly in and out. "Let me take care of you. Show me how good it feels."
Her hand clutches my forearm, nails digging into my skin as I curl my finger to find that spot inside her. When I hit it, she jolts like she's been electrocuted, a strangled sound escaping her throat.
"Found it," I growl, satisfaction coursing through me. "Right fucking there, isn't it?"
I keep my thumb circling her clit while I stroke that spot inside her, building a rhythm that has her panting.
"Rams," she gasps, her head thrashing against my chest. "I can't—it's too much?—"
"You can take it," I insist, increasing the pressure on her clit. "You're doing so fucking good. Taking my finger so well. Think you can take another?"
I ease a second finger alongside the first, feeling her stretch around me. She's so fucking tight it makes me dizzy thinking about how she'd feel around my cock. I go slow, giving her time to adjust, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
"That's it," I praise when both fingers are buried inside her. "Look at you, taking two of my fingers. Such a good girl forme."
Her pussy clenches at the praise, and I file that information away. She likes being called a good girl. Fucking perfect.
"You like that?" I ask, scissoring my fingers gently to stretch her. "Like being my good girl? Like having my fingers deep in this tight pussy?"
"Yes," she whimpers, her hips now moving in time with my thrusts. "God, yes."
I can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around my fingers. Her breathing comes in sharp gasps, her body tensing against mine.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, curling my fingers to hit that spot inside her with each thrust. "I can feel you getting close. You gonna come for me? Show me how pretty you look when you fall apart?"
I feel her thighs start to tremble, her whole body tensing against me. The band launches into "Unholy Sinner"—her favorite fucking song—and I can tell she's right on the edge.
"You hear that?" I growl in her ear, thrusting my fingers deeper. "Your favorite song. I'm gonna make you come while they play it. Gonna make it so every time you hear this, you’ll think of this."
Her pussy is dripping now, soaking my hand, the sound of her wetness lost in the music but filling my ears like the sweetest fucking melody.
"This tight little pussy is all mine," I growl, biting down on her earlobe. "Gonna be the only one who ever makes you come. The only one who gets to feel how wet you get. You understand?"
"Yes," she gasps, her hips jerking erratically now. "Yes, yes, fuck?—"
"Come for me, Reese," I command, pressing hard on that spot inside her while circling her clit. "Right fucking now. Let go."
Her whole body goes rigid against me, her pussy clamping down on my fingers as she starts to come. I keep my fingers moving, working her through it, watching her face contort in pleasure.
"That's it, that's my good girl," I praise, not letting up.
She's shaking now, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm rips through her. I keep her upright with my arm around her waist, her legs barely supporting her as she rides my hand.
"So fucking beautiful when you come," I murmur, slowly easing the pressure as the final notes of "Midnight Confession" fade out.
Her body slumps against mine, aftershocks still making her twitch around my fingers. I slowly withdraw them, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean, groaning at the taste of her.
