Page 108 of The Right Kind of Wrong

Each time she hit against Blake’s entrance with her knuckles, she’d curl her fingertips upward, rubbing against the spot inside of Blake that made her shake, her abs clenching from trying to keep herself steady on top of Monroe.

It was the best fucking thing Monroe had ever experienced. To have Blake on top of her like this, riding Monroe’s fingers as her hips rolled in increasingly fast movements. Monroe could feel the friction building and building and building . . .

Blake kissed her, hard. There was a tangle of tongues and the scraping of teeth, like Blake was wild and no longer in control of her own body as she sought to drag every last ounce of pleasure from Monroe’s fingertips.

Monroe bit Blake’s lip at the same time she shifted from using her palm to hit against Blake’s clit to her thumb, rolling it purposefully around the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” Blake whisper-screamed against Monroe’s neck, biting down on her shoulder to stop herself from crying out any louder.

Monroe wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop.

Not if Blake wanted her to keep going. For them to both get relief from the pressure that was building. Monroe felt it in the base of her own spine, like she was being turned inside out even though she wasn’t the one being touched.

She worked into Blake harder, thrusting her fingers in as deeply as they could go before curling upward over and over, her thumb rubbing insistent circles against Blake’s clit.

Blake, to her credit, was matching Monroe beat for beat, holding her center tight, undulating with a smoothness that made Monroe ache.

Easing forward, Monroe scraped her teeth against Blake’s hardened nipple before sucking it into her mouth, rolling her tongue over the tight bud.

This made Blake’s back snap, and she wrapped her arms around Monroe’s shoulders again, digging her nails in so hard that they were going to leave marks.

And Monroe fucking loved it.

She loved Blake’s perfect breasts in her mouth, as she moved from one to the other and back again. And all the while, she didn’t stop pumping in and out of her.

“I’m so close. So close,” Blake moaned, her back a perfect arch as she rode Monroe’s fingers.

Suddenly, Monroe’s head was being pulled back, away from Blake’s chest. She stared up at the most beautiful vision in the world. Blake looked down at her like a fallen angel. Lips wet. Cheeks flushed.

She moved her fingers faster. Her forearm ached, but there was no way she was stopping. No way they were getting off this train until Blake came all over her fingers.

“You’re so good for me, riding my fingers like this,” Monroe panted.

She felt Blake’s walls clench around her as Blake threw her head forward and burrowed her face in Monroe’s hair, moaning into her tangle of curls to dampen the sound.

But Monroe still didn’t slow. Even as wetness covered her wrist, she kept fucking Blake.

Hard and fast and unrelenting as beads of sweat dripped down both of them in the quiet room, their haphazard breathing and the sounds of their bodies coming together echoing off the walls.

She wanted all of Blake. In every way that she could have her.

Dimly, she recognized the magnitude of that realization, but she pushed it away.

Because at that moment, Blake came again with a soft scream, crying out and then biting down on Monroe’s shoulder, rolling her hips hard against Monroe’s hand. Monroe was right there with her, working her through her orgasm, maintaining her rhythm.

Finally, Blake placed a hand on Monroe’s arm, which Monroe took as a sign to gentle her movements, though she didn’t stop completely.

With her free hand, she slid her fingers down Blake’s spine, speckled with beads of sweat and hot to the touch.

“Monroe,” Blake said hoarsely. Monroe finally slowed her fingers to a stop, holding them inside of Blake’s center, which still pulsed every few seconds as the orgasm continued to roll through her in weakening waves.

Monroe let out a shuddering breath. God, that was incredible.

She didn’t know if she’d ever experienced anything quite like what had just happened.

“You are so fucking amazing,” Monroe said unthinkingly, at the same time that she eased her fingers fully out of Blake, bringing her hand up to rest against Blake’s hip.

Any breath she’d managed to get back was stolen when Blake crashed their lips together in a kiss that made her forget which way was up. She couldn’t think while she was enveloped by Blake’s whole body, which she’d draped over Monroe.