Page 87 of Fielder's Choice

But she doesn’t. When my hand slips under the hem of her dress, she doesn’t push me away. She kisses me before she takes a deep breath and lets her legs fall open for me. I can’t see anything under the fabric of her dress, but even just knowing that she’s ready for me is enough.

I slide my hand further up, and I groan when I feel how drenched the lace of her panties is. “You’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Mhmm. I want you, Lane.”

“Keep your eyes on me then, Liv. I want to see your face the first time I sink my fingers into your dripping cunt.”

She gasps when I pull her panties aside and tease my middle finger over her slit. I keep my eyes trained on hers as I slowly slip inside and watch them roll back as I give her the entire length.

“Oh my God,” Olive moans. “That feels so good.”

“You’re so tight,” I grit, thrusting my finger in and out. “So slick and warm. Do you think you can take two fingers?”

“Please,” she sighs, and I give her exactly what she wants, letting my ring finger join my middle.

Just the feel of her has me leaking into my boxers, and I know there’s no way I can make it out of this without coming myself. Not when she feels this good, and she’s enjoying this the way she is.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing over hers. “So pretty when you take my fingers. So pretty when you let yourself take what you want.”

“Lane…”

“Love hearing you moan my name,” I whisper against her ear. “It makes me so goddamn hard, Liv. Fuck, I like taking care of you. Does this feel good?”

“So… good…” Olive lets out a loud moan, and I feel my balls tightening. She isn’t eventouchingme.

“I can feel how much you like it,” I say, breathing heavily as I try to keep from exploding. “You’re fluttering around me.”

I take my thumb now and start teasing it over her clit. Her hips fly off the bed. “Oh my God!”

“Shit,” I groan, trying desperately to not go yet. “I know you want to come, Olive, and I think you like being a good girl, too. So bemygood girl right now. Come on my fingers. Let me feel you clench around me. I need it so fucking bad.” I move my fingers faster, determined to push her over the edge. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

Olive cries out my name as she lets go, her pussy tightening around my fingers as she releases.

That’s all I need to fucking explode. Spurts of cum shoot out of me, drenching the inside of my pants. I haven’t come in my pants since I was fourteen, but that was too fucking hot to hold back.

Her orgasm ebbs out, and her breathing steadies. “Holy shit,” she says, looking at me with a satisfied smile. “You’re so much better than my fingers.”

I laugh deeply. “You’re better than my hand, that’s for sure.”

She looks at me curiously. “What does that mean? I didn’t do anything for you.”

“Baby, getting you off was all I needed. Came right in my pants the moment you let go.”

“You came in your pants?” Olive asks, surprised. “Is that a thing?”

I laugh harder now. “I’ve got all the evidence in my jeans. Fingering you might just be my new favorite thing.”

Her cheeks flush. “Oh.”

I pull her into a searing kiss before I finally slip my fingers out of her and bring them right up to my mouth. Olive watches as I slide them inside, licking them clean.

“Fuuuck…”I moan. “You taste fucking incredible.”

“Holy shit,” she says softly, seemingly shocked by my statement.

I hold her close to me and kiss the top of her head. “We’ll keep moving slowly, Olive, but just know that I fucking loved that. I loved getting to take care of you, make you feel good.”

“Thank you, Lane.” Her voice is so sweet as she nuzzles into my chest, content and happy.

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