Page 50 of Torrid Passion
“Good God,” she chokes, squirming underneath me.
My fingers tighten around her hips in response.
I lift my head long enough to say, “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment. You taste fucking incredible, Kyla.”
She mumbles something incomprehensible. A cross between a prayer and a curse. Undeterred, I plunge two fingers into her slickness, and thrust them hard. The sinful motion jacks up my own pleasure.
I slide a third finger inside her.
Yeah, I know, I’m a greedy bastard.
Her legs jerk as she tries to close them around my hand.
“What are you doing, Kyla?” I demand.
She looks at me like she’s in a daze.
“Spread your legs open, gorgeous.”
She shakes her head against the mattress. “What if I can’t take it anymore?”
“It hurts?”
“No. This is so good,” she wails.
I can’t help but chuckle.
“Let me make it even better for you.”
I wiggle all three digits around a few times before thrusting them in and out.
“God, save me,” she groans.
“You’re so warm and so tight,” I grunt against her pussy.
While I still work my fingers in and out of her, I start stroking her clit with my thumb.
“Ooohhh,” Kyla mewls.
She yanks her hips up with force.
I pull my head back slightly.
She tilts her hips higher.
“What do you want?”
“More.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t read minds, gorgeous. You tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“Your mouth…”
“But my mouth was already on you.”
