“Pinch the nipple.” He wouldn’t make this easy for her.

Carefully, she closed the fingertips of her left hand around her nipple and squeezed gently.

“Harder, sha.”

He knew her so well. He always pushed her further.

“Leave a hand there on your tits. Now you can touch your pussy with

your other hand.”

Christ, Hannah coming was the sexiest thing Cole had ever heard. Yeah,

he’d give anything to be there in that watchtower with her, his tongue buried in her pussy, his fingers working in deep. She exhaled hard, a soft, low pant that picked up speed, her breathing coming faster and faster as her orgasm rippled through...