Page 92 of Until I Own You

A grin spreads across Seth’s face, tongue sliding along his lower lip.

My cheeks flush, and my eyes fall from his.

“Now. I want to take advantage of this gift you’ve given me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Seth smooths a hand back over my hair, guiding me back down onto the bed. His other hand glides down my neck, my breasts, my belly, to my hip, then diverts between my legs and–

I gasp as his fingers enter me.

“Crotchless…” he mutters. “I should have known.”

Seth’s fingers pump inside me. His other hand finds my neck, right above my chain-link collar.

As his hand works, he presses down on my windpipe, diverting more blood to my pussy, intensifying my sensitivity.

His expression makes my pleasure even more intense. His brow is hardened, almost like he’s studying me.

“So wet.”

I nestle my hips lower, trying to swallow up his fingers.

Seth chuckles and tightens the grip on the front of my neck, squeezing until my breath is barely sneaking out from between my lips.

“You’re going to come on my hand, pet.”

If this is my reward, then I am a very grateful girl.

I will please him by offering my mouth for his cock. Or my ass, somewhere we have yet to go, but I am eager to try.

Seth buries four fingers into my pussy and circles my clit with his thumb.

My g-spot is on fire, boiling, ready to blow its top.

“Ready, pet?”

I nod.

Seth’s hand tightens on my neck until I can’t breathe, and his hand works at a merciless pace.

I press my heels to the edge of the bed, my body bucking wriggling for release as I am suffocated until I burst, contracting around his fingers.

“Yes, ride it out. Keep going. You can do it,” he encourages.

I’m still coming. Feels so good I barely care that my chest is in pain from not taking a breath.

My hands fly up to his around my neck. Black creeping in at the corners of my vision.

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BRIDGET

Seth releases my neck and removes his fingers from me.

My mouth drops open as I gasp for breath, but my mouth is filled right away with his fingers.

“Suck,” he demands.

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