Page 141 of Inside the Wicked

“I need more,” I beg.

“I know,” he says between flicking my clit with his tongue and driving me to madness. “I want you to beg for each finger until you’ve taken three.”

I remember the faint burning stretch of three, and he didn’t push all the way in with them that time.

“I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

“You can take it, baby.”

He pumps that single finger, hooking it on occasion to add a pressure somewhere between wanting to orgasm and to pee. It’s new, and I don’t know if I should lean into the pleasure of it.

“Another,” I rasp. “Please.”

“Good girl.”

He fucks me with two fingers, alternating between licking and sucking my clit and around where he sinks into me. I’m becoming a puddle, with my wetness trailing down my thighs, so needy for the release he’s pushing me toward but also starving me from with his slow pace.

“I need—Oh god.” My voice quivers like my thigh around him. Rhett’s teeth bite into my thigh, and I gasp, the contrast of pain and pleasure shooting straight to my clit.

“Look at me,” he growls. I do, and it’s so sinful to see his hand working me, his mouth over me, how exposed I am on this rooftop. “Who is fucking you?”

“You are.”

“So call my name.”

“Rhett, please.”

“Another?”

“I-I don’t know. I need ... I need ...” Shit, I don’t know words anymore.

“Tell me,” he purrs, voice dripping with such allure that his talking surges me toward a climax as much as his fingers do.

“Faster, harder,please.”

“Can I add another finger, Ana?”

“Y-yes.” I’m such a breathless, needy mess.

When he next pulls out, my chest expands with a deep inhale, and then I’m being stretched to my limits. He doesn’t force himself inside, withdrawing in shallow strokes that sink deeper each time as my body adjusts for him.

“So fucking exquisite,” Rhett marvels.

“Are they all the way in?”

“Not yet.”

Oh fuck.

“I feel full. Too full.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

The burn returns then fades. Soon I’m moving with each coaxing stroke, wanting him so deep inside me that the possibility feels endless.

“That’s my girl,” he says. “Taking everything I give you. Your pussy looks so good wrapped around my fingers.”

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