Page 64 of Inherited Holiday

He roughly jerked my hair back to look into my lust-filled glare. When his fingers slid my panties over, I swallowed hard. With nothing but mischief in his green, tantalizing stare, he slid his hand into the snow overalls I was wearing.

I hissed upon contact. His hands were freezing.

“I’ll warm you right up.”

I leaned in to kiss him again, but he pulled my hair back harder, urging me to stay right where I was, spread wide open for him. It was only then I realized he wanted to watch me fall apart from his skilled, precise fingers.

I swear I could have cum from the powerful.

Greedy.

Loving the way he was looking at me.

He rubbed back and forth over my clit, causing my body to shudder from his firm, demanding touch.

When he slid two fingers inside me, I breathed out, “Ahhhh.”

His lips parted like he was feeling everything I was, and all he was doing was watching me fall over the edge for him.

He worked me over, finding my G-spot.

Creating this ache.

This passion.

This mind-blowing explosion all over my pussy.

I tried to keep my fluttering eyes open while he roughly fingered me.

“That feel good, Elle?”

“Yes,” I panted, completely at his mercy.

“Here?” he taunted, pushing harder against my sweet spot.

“Yes ... please don’t stop...”

My back arched over the gas tank, allowing him to go faster and harder. He was right. I felt warm all over with the uncontrollable yearning to take away the throbbing ache he was building inside me.

“Oh God... go faster ... harder...”

“Tell me, have you ever had someone claim your ass?”

I sucked in a rapid breath. “No…”

He smiled against my mouth.

“Can you…?”

“Can I just what? What can I do for my girl?”

I moaned, “Make me cum, please...”

“One last question.”

I whimpered.

“Have you ever had a man make love to you?”

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