Page 72 of Make Me Want it Too

Is she into ass play?

“Can I put my fingers in you?” I ask, trailing my fingers to her entrance as I suck on her clit.

“Yes.” She’s breathing heavy.

I push a finger in. One, then two. She’s so wet. I curl my fingers, finding the right spot. She squirms under me, twisting and squeezing my head between her silky thighs. I strum her clit with my tongue, flicking then licking. Fast then slow.

Sliding my fingers out, I ask, “What about here?” Dragging them down and circling her little rosebud.

“Oh. I, um?—”

My fingers are slick with her juices. I apply gentle pressure to her tight asshole, and she arches and pushes against it.

“Yes.” Her voice is breathy. Shaking.

I keep my mouth on her as I slowly breach the ring of muscle, just an inch or so. She gasps and groans, spreading her legs and bearing down as I push in further. Her ass is so incredibly tight. Perfect.

When I get my finger in to the knuckle, she gushes on my tongue, her clit pulsing. I spit on her pussy, letting it mix with her juices and drip down to lube my finger in her ass as I start sliding it in and out. In and out. Nice and slow.

She’s squirming. Fisting the sheets by her hips and twisting them between her fingers as she moans louder and louder. A thin sheen of sweat glistens across her quivering stomach.

“More…please.” The sound of her begging makes my dick twitch.

I want to beg, too. Beg her to let me watch her pretty pussy stretch around my cock.

“Is this what you need?” I slide two fingers in.

“Oh my go—yes. Yes.”

I pump her with two fingers and alternate licking and sucking her clit.

“You’re going to come with my fingers in your ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

She’s strung tight through her body like a bow, and I sense the moment just before the string snaps and she falls apart beneath me.

Just like last night, she cries out and curses under her breath as she comes.

Beautiful.

Breathtaking.

A goddess in a Garfield shirt.

We walk out into the hallway, sporting our matching fanny packs and water bottles. Just as I shut the door behind us, the door next to ours opens. Spencer comes out, a scowl already thrown our way.

I put my arm around Macy’s shoulders and lean down to whisper in her ear, “He definitely knows what you sound like when you come, now.”

Her cheeks flush pink and it makes me smile. I kiss her forehead, and we walk past him without a glance back and head downstairs.

“You swear when you come, you know.”

Macy whips her head around, jaw dropped. “I do not!”

“You do.”

“I do not.”

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