Page 151 of Taming Seraphine

His fingers circle my clit, making it swell to nearly twice its size before pushing at my entrance. “What do you say?” he asks. “Are you going to be an obedient little girl who gets her wet cunt filled with my cock, or a disobedient one who gets to sit in the car with a hungry pussy?”

I’m tempted to push him further, but the need for release is overcoming.

When he pulls back his fingers, my heart drops into the log. He wouldn’t leave me like this?

“An obedient one,” I say with a whimper.

“That’s my girl.”

Leroi pushes his finger past my opening and searches around until he finds a spot that sends a jolt of arousal through my nervous system, and my legs go rigid. My eyes squeeze shut. This feels amazing. He massages it with gentle strokes until my vision fills with stars.

“You like it when I stroke your g-spot?” he asks.

“Yes,” I moan.

The digit stills. “Fuck my finger.”

“Wh-What?”

“If you want that orgasm, you’re going to take it.”

My breath comes in shallow pants, my mind reels, and it takes a second to realize that he’s asking me to push back on his digit. I bite my lip and move my hips back and forth, trying to create a little friction.

“Dirty little angel,” he grunts. “You’ll take it however you can get it, even when you’re covered in dirt, lying on a filthy log.”

My muscles clench around his finger, and I shift, trying to position it exactly where I need it most. Sweat breaks out across my skin and I buck harder. This isn’t working. I need more.

“More” I say through gasping breaths. “Please.”

“Beg. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please, give it to me,” I cry. “Give me two fingers.”

“What do you say?”

Frustration burns through my chest and up to the back of my throat. I already said yes. What more does he want? The need brimming inside me is a flame that sears through my soul.

Leroi wants to be in charge. He probably wants me to act more submissive. I’ll play along, for now, until I get my orgasm. After that, I’ll go back to being my own woman.

“Please give me two fingers, sir.”

The pressure between my shoulder blades lifts, and he pulls out the first digit. As he positions two at my entrance, I add, “And please fuck me with your huge cock, master.”

His deep growl vibrates against my back, telling me he’s pleased. When two thick digits stretch me open, I moan. This is exactly what I need... For now.

Leroi doesn’t move them, but it doesn’t matter. I roll my hips, finding a rhythm and movement I need to put pressure on my sensitive spot.

“Just like that,” he rumbles. “Take what you need, my filthy little angel.”

“Yes,” I cry, my thighs tightening and increasing the pressure on my clit.

“Fuck. You look so good, taking my fingers like they’re a cock.”

As I fuck myself on his digits, I no longer feel the grass between my fingers, the dirt beneath my knees, or the rough bark on my stomach. I move back and forth, letting his fingers stroke that sensitive spot. My breathing shallows. My lungs burn and my face heats. All that exists now is Leroi and me and the pleasure that builds and builds until my vision goes black.

Heat radiates from my core, and my muscles tighten around his fingers. Molten rapture pools behind my clit, turning my body into a raw nerve. I pant hard through the sensations, feeling my approaching orgasm.

Leroi remains a still presence at my back, his hot breath fanning one side of my face. “That’s it, angel,” he rasps. “You’re doing so well.”

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