Page 142 of Taming Seraphine

“You like that?” he rasps, his breath hot against my ear. “You like it when I stroke your hungry little pussy?”

“Yes,” I moan, my muscles clenching at the building pressure. “I want more.”

“Greedy girl.”

He continues exploring me over the cotton until he finds my sensitive bundle of nerves. Shivers of pleasure course up and down my spine, and I arch into his fingers with a moan.

“Let me touch it. Let me feel your bare cunt,” he says.

“Oh, god.” I squeeze my eyes shut.

His phone buzzes, but neither of us pay attention to Cesare’s response. Instead, Leroi’s fingers move off my clothed clit to where the hem of my shorts gapes open at my inner thigh.

“Seraphine,” he growls, his fingers circling a sensitive spot on my thigh inches away from my crotch. “Let me in.”

“Please.”

He slides his fingers beneath the fabric to the outer edge of my pussy. My hips jerk, and my legs twitch at the contact.

“So wet. Is that all for me?”

I gulp. “Y-yes.”

“You’re such a good girl. Always so ready for my fingers or cock.”

Leroi makes slow, tortuous circles over my clit until my mind goes blank and my eyes roll to the back of my head. His hot mouth travels down the column of my neck with gentle nips and kisses that set my skin alight.

Heat sears into every inch of my flesh, but it’s nothing compared to how he’s turned my core into a molten furnace. I’m so feverish with want that my breath comes in short gasps.

If he stops, I might just bite through his jugular.

Leroi’s erection presses into my ass, and I swear I can feel its veins and ridges. His hips move with shallow thrusts as he rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger in time with the circling over my clit.

I’m so close to losing control of my senses. My ears ring, my hips roll in counterpoint to his fingers, and all my limbs go taut.

“Come for me, angel,” he whispers, his fingers gathering speed. “Let me have it all.”

“N-not yet.” I shake my head from side to side, not wanting this to end.

“You have until a count of three or I’ll stop.”

My breath hitches. I’m not ready.

“One,” Leroi growls, his breath warm against my neck.

Oh, fuck.

He increases the pressure, his fingers making up-and-down strokes. The pleasure builds, sharpens, and twists into a tight coil.

“Two.”

I groan, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. I’m clinging to this moment of perfect bliss.

“Two and a half,” he growls. “Now.”

When his fingers tighten around my nipple, my body interprets the sudden pain as the highest form of ecstasy. An orgasm rips through me like a tsunami, sweeping me into an ocean of pure rapture.

“Leroi,” I cry.

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