Chapter Eighty Two : Sweet
POV
A soft moan escaped her parted lips, and she clamped them shut. He nudged her thighs apart, and she didn’t dare deny him. When he caressed her inner thigh, she moaned again. Did this count as spanking aftercare? Because in that case, she wanted to sign up for more.
“Don’t stop,” she begged in a low voice she didn't recognize as hers. “Please.”
He groaned, and started to play with her folds. She bucked her hips again, unable to keep from moving. What the f**k was happening? He swatted her ass again, as if warning her not to move, but damn it, she couldn’t help it.
He teased her bundle of nerves. Oh no. She gasped, unsure if she would last with this insane pressure building inside her, and begging for release. He inserted one finger into her p***y. Oh yes
