Page 41 of Before I Loved You

I feel wetness building between my legs, the anticipation of knowing what his hand is capable of doing driving me absolutely senseless.

“Please, Paul…”

His fingers shove the fabric aside, and then he plunges two fingers inside me at once. I bite my bottom lip as my eyes pinch shut, and my hands grip his powerful forearms.

“Have you missed my cock?” he asks, thrusting his fingers inside me at a maddening pace. “When you’re getting fucked by someone else, is it my cock you think of?”

I shake my head, feeling weak all over as pleasure builds in my core.

“Words, Sarah,” he demands.

“I-I haven’t been with anyone since… Oh God… You,” I manage to get out. He lets out a groan as his fingers pump harder, his teeth grazing the side of my neck. “Please don’t stop,” I beg, gripping his forearm harder in encouragement. The familiar buildup of an orgasm starts looming inside me, one as strong as a tidal wave ready to destroy me, and I’ll gladly let it.

“I just need you to tell me what you’re hiding,” Paul whispers into my ear.

“I can’t…” I breathe, lost in a haze of lust.

“So there is something,” Paul murmurs, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that special spot. “Tell me, Sarah,” he coaxes.

I shake my head, riding his hand wildly. “N-no.”

His hard cock straining behind the fabric of his pants pushes into my back, sliding over my ass cheeks.

Oh God.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and I need more.

But suddenly, it all stops.

Paul removes his fingers from my pulsing wet pussy, taking a step back.

“What…what are…you doing?” I stammer, the orgasm inside me rolling away, no longer in reach. I’m left on edge, feeling like a shaken can of soda ready to combust at any moment.

Paul quickly fixes the bottom of my dress by pulling it down. He straightens his posture, towering over me. “I’ll give you what you need when you talk to me and tell me what’s going on.”

My lips part and then close. My eyelashes flutter furiously.

The audacity of this man.

I’m only lying to him to keep us all safe until the time is right for me to tell him everything.

And here he is, pushing my buttons by withholding an orgasm.

Punishing me.

I shake my head, fisting my hands at my side in frustration. “There’s nothing for me to tell you.”

He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back so that my eyes have no choice but to latch onto his.

“You’re lying to me, baby girl. And that won’t do.”

Baby girl.

He hasn’t called me that since…

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