Page 84 of By His Play

“Holy—”

My words are cut off as he pushes a finger inside me.

My muscles ripple around his digit, reminding me just how long it’s been since I felt this.

I’ve got myself off, sure. But nothing compares to this.

No one has ever compared to this.

My hips lift from the counter in a silent plea for more.

Thankfully, it works. Not a second later, his lips return to me and his finger slides deeper.

He has me panting and writhing on the counter, building me higher and higher toward one hell of a release.

With my eyes squeezed closed and my body flying high, I let go of my breasts and reach for him.

My fingers twist in his hair, dragging him closer, silently telling him that I need more.

He groans as I pull his locks, and it only spurs him on.

“Kieran, Kieran,” I moan as he adds another finger, curling them to find my G-spot. “Yes. Oh god.”

“Come for me, Luck,” he demands against my pussy.

My legs tremble and sweat covers my body.

I’m right there.

I just need…

“K-Kieran,” I cry when he does something that pushes me over the edge.

Pleasure rushes through my body, exploding from my core and spreading out to every nerve ending.

Lights flash behind my eyes as I convulse on the counter.

I’m no longer in control of my body.

He is.

And that is perfectly okay with me.

His tongue laps at me and his fingers continue working until I come down from my high.

My chest is heaving, my breathing erratic.

And it only gets worse when he stands upright and looks at me.

His mouth and chin are glistening with my arousal, and he’s got the widest, smuggest grin I think I’ve ever seen playing on his lips.

But it’s not his reaction that hits me hardest. It’s the reality of what he just did.

“Kie—”

“No,” he states, his smile dropping as he steps between my legs. “Don’t do that. We’re not done yet.”

Before I know what’s happening, he’s lifting my weak, trembling body from the counter, carrying me effortlessly through the house.

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