Page 17 of Bonding with the Beta

“Oh my God,” she heaves.

“Spread your legs for me.”

She doesn’t need to be asked twice. Her legs widen at the same time her fingernails start digging into the muscles on my arms. “That’s it,” I whisper as I dip my head closer to her ear and allow my fingers to roll around her throbbing clit.

Breathe, Kayleigh. Breathe.

Use your goddamn lungs!

I grin to myself at her wandering thoughts. I start slowly, teasing her by moving my fingers down to her lips and back up to her clit. Her small whimpers of protest make me want to do it again and again until she’s withering in frustration and begging me to make her come.

Her wetness coats my fingers and practically drips down the centre of her thighs.

“Any feedback?” I chuckle as she shudders against me.

Kayleigh bites down on her bottom lip until it turns white, with those big blue eyes that now replicate the night sky staring back at me. “Put your fingers inside me,” she gasps. “Rub my clit with your thumb.”

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?”

Tears gather in Kayleigh’s lash line as she tilts her head back, angling it slightly to the ceiling. “Yes.Yes.”

I slip one finger inside her, only up to my second knuckle. Her walls tighten against me, and she releases a long moan that I know she was trying her hardest to keep in. “Like that?”

“More,” she cries.

A small tut falls from my lips. “I think someone was a little more thanpentup.”

“Please, shut up,” she begs.

I chuckle and thrust my finger a little deeper. I move slowly, allowing her body to become used to my touch. I pull out and slip a second finger inside her, then press my thumb to her clit like she asked.

A loud gasp rings out of her throat. “Fuck. I-is someone going to walk in?”

“You’re worried about that now?” I quirk a brow. “Christ, I must be doing a shit job.”

Kayleigh shakes her head vigorously. “No. No. You’re not,” she pants as I continue to fuck her with my fingers but gently. “I just don’t want…this to be interrupted.”

“Trust me,” I dip my head down to her neck and press a kiss against her thrashing pulse, “no one is coming in here. Now, be quiet and focus on my fingers, nothing else.”

Her lips press together before opening again. “Oh, God.”

I lay my thumb over her growing clit and hold it there whilst I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy. She pulses against me, legs spreading even wider as she clings to me for support.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” she pants.

My thumb begins to move around her clit, and she cries out, lips trembling with heated desire. I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t hard as a fucking rock in my pants. She’s not ashamed to show her pleasure. She’s not ashamed to ask for what she likes. I like the fact she’s using me for her release.

I want her to use me.

I drop my hand from the top of the fridge and clutch the edge of her jaw, bringing our faces together. “Like that?” I rasp.

Kayleigh purses her lips to muffle a low groan of thick desire. “Exactly like that.” She nods in agreement. “D-don’t stop.”

My hand slips from her face, down the curve of her hip and plays with the hem of her cropped top. I slide my finger beneath the fabric, almost touching the swell of her breast.

She gasps and rolls against my hand, eager for more. I speed up but keep my thumb at a slower pace, running circles on her clit and changing pressure with the pad.

“Kayden.” She pulls me closer. “Fuck. R-right there.”

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