Page 127 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

No feelings involved.

“Good morning, princess,” she whispered in my ear, pressing her breasts against my back, nipples grazing against my bare skin.

I furrowed my brow and sucked in an unsteady breath, my core growing warmer.

Princess?

That was Constantino’s nickname for me, but something about the way she had said it …

Pulling her hand away from my core, she drew it up the center of my naked body to my chin, tilting my head toward the ceiling and placing her full lips against my ear. “Lie on your back and spread your legs like a good girl for me,” she purred.

I whimpered and followed her orders, spreading my legs and giving her all the access she could ever need to stuff her fingers deep into my pussy and fill me with pleasure. She drew her slim fingers down the center of my body again, and goose bumps rose on my skin.

When she reached my nipple, she drew her thumb across it, making it hard. Pressure rose in my core, and I clenched my wet pussy, glancing over at her pretty brown eyes, my heart fluttering.

I’m her toy. Her toy. Nothing more.

For a moment, she paused and gulped, her stare softening. “Spread them wider for me.”

I dropped my knees to either side of the bed. She rolled her thumb around my nipple a couple more times, then trailed her fingers lower and lower and lower to my mound. When she reached my slit, she took a shaky breath.

“God, Sage,” she murmured against me. “I love your body.”

Glancing down between my legs, I impatiently waited for her to move her fingers lower. My pussy lips were glistening from the sunlight flooding in through the windows. And my clit … God, my clit was aching.

“P-please,” I whispered. “Touch me. That’s what I’m here for.”

Laila froze completely, her entire body stiffening. She opened her mouth, then shut it. Her fingers were close, so close to fluttering over my clit once more, to slipping inside me. I didn’t know how much longer I could wait.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Laila, I need—”

Laila pressed her fingers to my clit. Heat exploded in my core. I rested against the pillows, feeling her press her breasts against my arm, and then I spread my legs even wider. Her fingers moved in a steady rhythm around my sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs.

After dropping her hand even lower, she slipped two fingers into my entrance. I grasped the bedsheets in my fists and arched my back, a moan escaping my lips. Almost immediately, she found my G-spot and curled her fingers.

“Is this okay?” she said almost shyly.

“G-G-God,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Laila must’ve done this many times with many different women to have found my G-spot so quickly. Every night I spent with her just got better and better. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know how many other women she’d had as her toy.

Curling her fingers against my G-spot faster, she ground the heel of her hand against my clit. I tilted my head toward her and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, gently latching my teeth around it and tugging slightly.

Laila moaned and lay back on the bed herself, pulling me on top of her so I straddled her waist. She stuffed three fingers into my core once more and began massaging my G-spot quicker this time.

I placed my hands on her tits to hold myself up and gently squeezed, her nipples hard against my palms. She arched her back, lips parted, and stared up at me through hazy eyes.

“I wanna buy us a toy to use together,” she murmured.

“Yeah?” I asked breathlessly as I bucked my hips against her hand.

“One to stuff inside both of us at the same time.”

Wetness pooled between my thighs, and I moaned. “Please,” I whispered.

“Would you like that?”

I skimmed my fingers up around her breasts and captured her nipples between my fingers, pulling on her tits. She threw her head back and moaned, eyes rolling back. Pleasure rushed through me.

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