“Patience.”
I increased the pace gradually.
More lubricant.
More fingers.
Slow.
Hard.
Fast.
Slow.
I worked her until her pussy shone and her inner thighs were slick. Her knuckles had gone white from gripping the frame.
“Alec, please,” she whimpered.
“What would you like, Ella?” I asked, twisting my fingers inside her.
“Oooh,” she moaned, pushing back until she stretched wider.
I withdrew and studied her.
Nick hadn’t used lube. Rowan had been controlled—vicious, but precise. They’d done a thorough job preparing her.
“Please,” she whispered.“Can you fuck me, Alec?”
“Where?”
“I–in my ass,” she stammered.
“In your slutty little arsehole?” I asked, brushing the rim with deliberate slowness.
“Yes,” she said quickly.“Please.”
“How are your nipples?” I asked as I unzipped my trousers.
“Sore.”
“Bearable?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” I crooned, kicking my trousers aside and working faster on my shirt.
Once I was naked, I leaned over the bed frame to grab the lube.
I was generous enough that some of it dripped onto the wooden floor.
I didn’t care.
It mattered more that I didn’t tear her when I used her the way I needed to.
Chapter 34
Ella
