Paige pov.
He pressed his hips harder against me, grinding slowly, deliberately, his arousal pressing into my thigh. His hand slid beneath the fabric of my underwear, fingers exploring with a boldness that made my knees buckle, not from desire but from the sheer weight of my humiliation. I clenched my fists, nails biting into my palms.
Jason’s lips trailed lower, kissing the hollow of my throat, then down to my collarbone, his tongue flicking against my skin. His hand on my breast squeezed harder, rolling my n****e between his fingers, the sensation sharp and overwhelming.
I gasped, opening my eyes, as I felt him push a finger into me, his thumb on my c**t, working me faster and harder.
He groaned, pushing another finger inside me, curling them up, hitting the spot that made me gasp ou
