Page 93 of Intense
Shit. That was so wrong—and so hot. His hand cups my aching pussy. Just a light touch, but it’s enough to make me almost jump off his lap.
“Did you like that, hmm? A little bit of pain?” he asks, tilting his head, studying me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
His fingers slip under my panties, and then he rips them clean off.
“Atta girl.”
He grips my throat and thrusts two fingers inside me, making me cry out.
“F-Finn,” I moan.
He doesn’t let up. There’s no teasing build. No slow seduction. Just—intensity.
“Already trembling for me. I fucking knew it.”
The sound of my wetness echoes between us.
“I want you to bleed for me, temptress. But before I can do that, I need to break you in. Make you all fuckin’ mine. Is that what you want?” he rasps.
I nod, breathless, already ruined for anyone else.
When his thumb presses down on my clit, I jump and moan at the same time.
“You really are sensitive,” he says, almost with concern.
He pulls my face to his, stilling his fingers inside me, his eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck. Please tell me you aren’t a virgin. I don’t have it in me to be gentle with you,” he says.
I can’t help but giggle.
“You think I’d be brave enough to sit on your lap if I was? No. I was just… surprised,” I tell him.
He frowns.
“By?”
I can’t find the words right now, my head is fried.
“This is pretty simple stuff you’re doing. We haven’t even gotten anywhere near the interesting part yet,” he continues.
A thrill shoots up my spine.
“Interesting?” I ask.
He smirks.
“All in good time. I don’t wanna scare you off just yet.”
My mouth drops open just imagining what he could do to me.
“Now, what was surprising about being finger-fucked and choked?” he asks, genuinely curious.
I shake my head with a small smile.
“No. When you pressed down on my clit. You didn’t even search for it. You just... knew where it was.”
