I grabbed her by the waist again, dragging her back onto the table before she could straighten up. She let out a breathy sound, part moan, part surprise, but didn’t fight it. Her skin was slick with sweat, her thighs trembling, p***y already red and dripping with what I left inside her.
Didn’t matter.
I needed her again.
This time, I didn’t go slow. I shoved two fingers back inside her, curling them deep, watching her jolt and arch like I’d shocked her. She was too sensitive, too f****d out—but she still ground down on my hand like she needed more, like her body hadn’t had enough of me. She was still open, still hot and soaking wet, already tightening around my fingers like she was begging for something bigger again.
“Still needy?” I muttered, pressing my lips to her shoulder, biting j
