Page 111 of Insatiable

I press my mouth to hers harder, then pull away and tug at her waistband. “I’m taking these off.”

Ilift her hips, yank the material down her smooth legs and kiss the side of her knee. I want to set fire to her shoes when the fabric snags on them. I pull both trainers off and toss them somewhere in the car, followed by her trousers.

In only her underwear and a pinkhoodie, Stacey Rhodes lies beneath me, breathless, her lips full and begging for me to dive in again.

So I do. I swallow each gasp, each sound she makes as my hands explore her body.

Whimpering, she digs her nails into my arm as I lower my hand. I watch it glide over the soft skin of her abdomen, the muscles she’s been building for years, and stop at the waistband of her underwear.

I feel her with the tip of my middle finger. The material is fucking soaked, and I had no idea Base was telling the truth when he boasted about how wet he could get someone.Stacey is really wet for me as I tease her and kiss her and press against herclitthrough her underwear.

“Is this good?” I ask, slowly circling my finger.

She moans and rolls her hips up. “Yes.”

“You need to tell me what to do,” I say, not feeling an ounce of embarrassment. “When you touch yourself, what gets you off?”

Stacey wets her lips and rests one hand on my wrist, the other moving aside the triangle of fabric covering her. “What you were just doing – do it now.”

Her head drops back on the seat as I do just that, as I feel the slickness of her folds, the arousal against my fingers, the swollenclitthat has her whimpering when I circle it with my thumb. Warm, wet, her eyes wild as I lean down to capture her mouth.

My cock hardens even more. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

Her mouth breaks away from mine with a gasp as I slowly push one finger inside her. Gently, I wait, feeling her tightness, yet she’s soaked enough that I can probably push another in. But I’ll wait for her to adjust.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she replies and pulls my face back to hers. “Keep going.”

I slowly ease my middle finger in until I’m knuckle deep, then glide it out and back in. Each time I push, her body shakes. I add a second finger, being careful not to hurt her, and her lips travel to my throat, sucking as she gasps.

I bury my head down, inhaling the scent of her coconut shampoo. I get knuckle deep with both fingers, keeping my thumb on herclit, circling, pumping, feeling her breathing against my neck as I go a little faster, a little harder as I curl my fingers.

“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I say, dodging her hand as she tries to touch me. “No. This is about you.”

Stacey has a thin layer of sweat on her – her cheeks are red, her hair wild, but her eyes are wilder.

My dick just about explodes as she says, “I think I’m—”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence. Not because I stop her, but because her words are cut off when something erupts inside her, tightening around my fingers.

Shattering like glass, Stacey moans and sinks her nails into my skin. I hiss, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth while I continue fucking her with my fingers. I can feel her pulsing, the wet heat drenching my hand while she rocks her hips through the orgasm ripping through her.

When I slowly withdraw my fingers, soaked in her arousal and cum, she winces slightly.I rest my hand on her thigh. “You okay?”

She nods, and then smiles. “That was unbelievable. We need to do it, like, all the time.”

I chuckle, wiping my fingers on mygreysweats. “Fine by me. Do friends go on dates?” I ask her, grinning. “Or would I be crossing the line by taking you on one before I leave for America?”

Stacey snakes her arms around me. “We are friends,” she says, and I feel like tossing her in the loch. “But we’re also more.”

“Hmm…”

She hums back. “You haven’t asked me yet.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m not asking, Freckles. You’re going on a date with me.”

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