He drags a finger up my inner thigh and through my wetness. When I spread my legs apart for him, he works that finger into me one fraction of an inch at a time. My whole body rocks with every pulse. I’m clamping my teeth down as hard as I can, but the pressure is building and building and I’m terrified it might tear me apart when it finally erupts.
His lips are hot on my neck. Beneath my earlobe. His other hand teases my n****e into a painful peak, then squeezes my hip and encourages me to ride his palm as the orgasm intensifies inside of me.
My breath catches. I’m tight from head to toe, tight enough to snap, tight enough to crumble. And then: “Oh, f*****g God,” I gasp as it explodes inside of me. I’m glad he’s here and he’s strong, because if I didn’t have him to hold onto, I’d be a pu
