Page 70 of Booked for the Holidays
And still watching.
"You're not going to come until I say so."
She whimpers.
When I add a second finger, her walls tighten around me.
"You’ll hold on...because you trust me."
Her eyes flutter closed, and I slow my touch immediately.
“Uh-uh, open your eyes, Firefly. You’re not going to miss this.”
She blinks at the mirror again, lips parted, eyes glassy with want.
“That’s it,” I whisper. “Watch your slick cunt swallow my fingers.”
I thrust inside again, and we both watch as she takes my fingers deep inside her.
Fuck.
It’s almost too much. The sight of her, flushed and writhing in my lap. Her slick warmth coating my fingers.
“Look in the mirror, Juniper,” I murmur, my mouth brushing her ear as I slip my hand between her thighs again. “That wrecked girl is all mine.”
She shudders, her breath stuttering as I slide my fingers back inside her, slow but deep enough to make her hips twitch.
“Your mouth, your cunt—they’re mine to ruin,” I growl against her neck, kissing the skin just below her ear. “Say it.”
She moans, half defiance, half surrender. “Yours.”
“Good girl. Now watch while I make you prove it.”
She sighs, hips grinding down onto my hand, and I can feel how close she is. How her walls flutter around my fingers, trying to pull me deeper.
I press my mouth to her shoulder, teeth grazing her skin as I say, “Look at you, Firefly. So fucking pretty spreading those legs for my fingers.”
I thrust them deeper, slow and filthy, watching her eyes flutter as she tries to keep them open.
“Watch how wet you get for me. Look how well your cunt grips me—fuck, you’re so tight. Next time it won’t be my fingers. It’ll be my cock stretching you open while you watch yourself drip all over me.”
She moans, and I pump harder, dragging my thumb over her clit. Giving her the pressure there that she needs.
“I want you to see how wrecked you look when you come for me. You’re mine to ruin—every inch of you.”
Her breath catches, and her thighs tremble. She’s so close.
“Now let go, baby,” I whisper. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
I circle her clit and with one more thrust and curl of my fingers, she shatters. Crying out my name as her body writhes in my lap, her reflection a beautiful, fucked-out masterpiece in the mirror.
TWENTY-TWO
JUNIPER
My body iswarm and buzzing, my skin flushed, my heartbeat erratic—but it’s not just from what he did to me. How hard I came around his fingers.
It’s from how he looked at me while he did it.
