Page 55 of Love and Pancakes (Rockland Falls 1)

“Rhenn?” she asks, my control a thread away from breaking completely.

“Yeah?”

“Touch me.”

And just like that, she throws a can of gas on an already raging inferno. “You sure?” I ask, timidly moving my hand from her hip to her bare stomach.

She quietly whimpers as my fingers flex against her skin. “God, yes. Please,” she begs, wiggling backwards until her ass makes contact with my cock again. She grinds against me, making me quickly realize I’m two seconds away from blowing like a virgin. I’ve wanted her for too long, fantasized about this very moment, and I know if I don’t put a little distance between us, I’m going to do something embarrassing.

Instead of letting my dick call the shots, I slide my hand between her legs. She’s already wet. I can feel it through her panties, and my mouth waters to taste. But not tonight. Tonight, I’ll give her the release she’s craving, without completely mortifying either of us if my friends come out for a drink and find me with my head between her legs.

Though, it would be their fault for not knocking first.

Instead, I opt to move my hand beneath the wet material. Her skin is smooth, with just a small trail of hair. Next time, I’m tracing that trail with my tongue. Gently, I slip my fingers between the lips of her pussy, her clit already swollen and pulsing under my touch. And she’s wet. So fucking wet right now that it makes my balls ache. She coats my fingers as I tease and toy with her, little gasps of pleasure spilling from her lips.

She grinds against my cock and I know it would only take a quick second to remove the clothing barriers between us and slide home. She’s ready, and I’m so fucking ready it hurts. But that’s not what’s going to happen tonight.

My fingers tease her entrance and she lifts her leg, throwing it over mine. She’s giving me access, begging to come. With one finger, I gently push inside her warm, tight pussy. So. Fucking. Tight. I instantly feel her clench around it. She’s already that close. “God, do you feel good, Angel.”

Marissa whimpers, rotating her hips and taking what she wants. When I add a second finger, I know she’s mere seconds away from coming. Her gasp is the sweetest sound as I thrust both fingers into her tight body and rest my palm against her clit. The contact causes her to clamp down, her entire body tightening with need. “Let go, baby. I got you,” I whisper as I grind my palm and plunge my fingers into her pussy once more.

Her release is amazing – there’s no other way to describe it. She shudders against me, rocking her hips and riding out wave after wave of pleasure. She’s so tight that I can’t even move my fingers anymore, so I just lie there, slowly moving my palm and reveling in the feel of her pulsating around me.

Best. Fingerbang. Ever.

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