His fingers curled again, slow and deliberate, dragging moan after moan out of my throat. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. My body was heat and ache and pulsing need, my jeans halfway down my thighs, legs trembling, p***y clenched tight around the rhythm of his hand.
“I want to hear it,” he whispered.
My head fell back against the tree behind me, breath breaking in gasps. “Wh-what—”
“Your cunt,” he said, voice like velvet dragged over a blade. “I want to hear what it sounds like when you come. Don’t hold it back.”
He shifted, sinking to one knee in front of me.
My pulse spiked.
Rael looked up through thick lashes, his face inches from where his fingers still moved inside me—wet, steady, tigh. His tongue slid over his bottom lip, slow, like he was already tasting me in his mind.
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