Page 27 of Once Upon A Small Town Secret
His palm closes around my ass, and then I feel his fingers.
They brush the inside of my thigh, his knuckle just barely grazing my center, and I whimper.
God, yes.
I need his fingers.
Need him to fill me.
To make me come.
My thighs tighten around his hips, and his hand slides higher, cupping my aching pussy, his fingers slipping between my folds.
He groans, the sound raw.
His forehead drops to my shoulder, and he slides a finger inside me.
"Fuck," he says, his voice a harsh whisper. "You're so wet."
He curls his finger, stroking the spot, and a whimper escapes my lips.
"Like this?" His voice is rough, but the touch is gentle.
"Yes. God, yes."
"You're so tight," he says, his lips brushing the hollow of my throat.
His free hand is fumbling with his fly.
I reach down, batting his fingers away, and unzip him.
He lets out a low, guttural groan as I close my fingers around his cock, the skin velvet smooth.
He's so hard, so hot.
My fingers close around his shaft, and his hips buck.
I stroke him once, twice, and he groans.
His thumb strokes my clit, and a cry escapes my lips.
"Oh God, yes."
He's still stroking, his finger curling, his thumb brushing, and the world narrows.
All I can think about is his touch.
All I can focus on is the pleasure, the building release.
I rock against him, stroking him harder, and he groans.
I stroke his shaft, his cock throbbing in my palm, and he pumps his hips, thrusting into my hand.
"Jesus, fuck. Just like that."
The sound of his voice, low and gruff, does things to me.
I pump him faster.
