Page 99 of Forbidden Game

The palm of his hand continues to rub against my clit as his fingers swirl inside me.

He takes me in a deep, sighing kiss as his hands continue to work their magic. My hips grind against his palm, begging him to finger me deeper and deeper. His fingers curl in quick motions, hitting a sensitive spot within me.

It feels so damn good, and I want him to know that. I want to get off on this.

I squeeze against his fingers, chasing that feeling, that building pressure. But it feels like a wave, and every time it is about to crash on the sand, it just peters out.

Unintentionally, I groan in frustration.

Why does this always happen? Why do I always get so freaking close?

“What’s wrong, love?”

“I’m so close,” I whine. “I’m so close, but it just won’t—” I cut off with a frustrated gasp.

This is why none of my relationships worked out. Okay, no, the main reason is because I am a workaholic and can never spare the time. But I also struggled to find satisfaction either. I get stuck in my own head. I overthink it. I worry. The noise just never quietens.

The other night with Parker was a fluke.

Something in me is broken.

“Relax, Sydney.” His tongue trails the shell of my ear. “Relax. You’re too tense.”

“Relax?”

“Yeah, take a deep breath in and out.”

“Seriously?”

“Sydney.” It’s a sexy reprimand, and the command is attractive as hell.

I do as he says. I take a deep breath in and out, telling my body to relax.

“That’s it. Just clear your mind. Don’t think about it. Just feel it. Feel my fingers, the pleasure. Keep breathing and stay in the moment.”

I continue breathing deep breaths and empty my thoughts.

The second my pussy relaxes, the second it stops clenching so tight, I feel it. A new wave of arousal, a heightened sense of pleasure.

Shocks rocks through my body.

The heck is this?

By letting go of the pressure, it returns threefold. I have no clue what is going on down there, all I know is that it’s amazing. It’s nothing I’ve felt before.

I keep breathing, keep relaxing, and everything continues to build.

Parker murmurs words in between kisses, and it just keeps the wave growing.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Take all you want. Fuck, your tight cunt feels like heaven.”

The pressure builds in a final burst, and the longest orgasm I’ve ever experienced pulses out of me. My pussy ripples around Parker’s fingers as I come. I gasp out a sharp moan, my head pressing back against Parker’s shoulder as I lose myself to the sensation.

“There we go. Fucking milk my fingers, love.”

God. Dirty Talk Parker is something else.

Parker is something else.

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