Chapter 3

His fingers kept working my clit with growing confidence, those thick pads circling faster now, pressing harder, dragging my own slick all over the swollen little bud until my hips were twitching helplessly against the thick cock still grinding between my ass cheeks.

Then one finger slipped lower and pushed straight into my tight entrance. The stretch burned for a second and a broken whimper tried to claw its way up my throat.

I swallowed it hard, biting my lip until it hurt, while that single thick finger sank deeper, curling against my front wall like he already knew exactly where to press.

“That’s it,” he breathed against...