Page 71 of Fight

Her hand travels down her stomach, and she brushes her middle and ring finger over her clit. “You.”

“That’s right.” I match her speed. “Spread your thighs wider. Let me watch.” Her eyes glaze over, and she plants an open palm behind her, reclining and giving me a private performance.

I groan. She’s hypnotic. “That’s perfect, baby. You’re doing such a good job.” Her brows scrunch together as she keeps her eyes fixed on mine. “A little faster,” I coax.

“Come here,” she pants.

I shake my head, still gripping my length. “Is there something you want?”

“Make me come.”

I slide my fist up and down. “Be specific.”

“Use your fingers to make me come… please.” She plants both hands behind her and spreads her thighs wider for me. “I love the way you do it.”

I smile at her desperation and stand, then kneel between her legs. “You need me to take over for you?” I trace my thumb over her clit, and she moans. “You like doing what I tell you?”

She nods, and her chest rises and falls with each pass.

“Good,” I reply matter-of-factly. “Because I asked for a show, and you’re going to give me one, aren’t you?”

More hurried nodding. “Mm-hm.”

“I want to seeall of you. Don’t be shy for me, we’re past that now. No secrets means no secrets, you’re going to practice telling me what you need. Understand?”

I slip my middle finger inside, reveling in the sound of her wetness as I pull out and push back in again. Then I add a second, and she sits up, rocking against my hand.

“Oh god.”

“Understand?” I repeat.

Her breaths grow louder. “I-I understand.” She writhes.

I smirk. “You’re so fucking cute when I finger you…” I decide to test her. I already know how she likes to be spoken to. “How do you want me to praise?—”

“Good girl.”

I tiltmy head, astounded by the speed of which she answers.

She must notice my surprise. “You called me that before, and I loved it,” she explains.

“Tonight you’re going to earn that title.”

I bend forward, seeking her lips, then kiss her and curl my fingers at the same time, tapping her G-spot and rubbing my thumb side to side over her clit. She mewls against my mouth.

Scottie straightens her spine, grinding against my hand. I chuckle at her sudden eagerness. Her body tightens around me, and I lean in, our foreheads almost touching. “Eyes on me, that’s right. Just you and me, Prescott.”

I pump my fingers faster, and she cries out. “Cal…”

“You’re going to come for me, aren’t you?”

Her brows knit together, and she exhales. “Mm-hm.”

Her thighs tremble under me. “That’s it, you can do it, baby. I’ve got you.”

I kiss her and pull back to see her eyes filled with trust, and after everything she’s been through, it’s a trust I will never take for granted.

She’s so close.

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