The second his fingers slid inside me, I forgot how to breathe. My mouth fell open, a broken sound spilling out as my back arched hard off the bed. He didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t give me anything soft or gentle—just deep, relentless strokes that made my thighs shake around him.
My hands clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. Every thrust of his fingers hit that spot that made my vision blur, my legs spreading wider without me meaning to.
“You like being used, don’t you?” His voice was low, dangerous, but laced with something smug. His free hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him even as tears threatened to sting the corners of my eyes. “Tell me.”
I shook my head, trying to deny it, but my body betrayed me again. My hips rolled up into his hand, chas
