WILLOW

He cupped my pussy and I felt it jump and pulse under his palm like it had a mind of its own. Oh god, I was definitely losing my mind.

The heat from his hand seeped through the soaked lace, making my clit throb harder, a fresh gush of wetness leaking out against his fingers. I hated how my body arched into it, how my hips rolled just a fraction, chasing the pressure like a slut in heat. His eyes darkened, the blue so intense it felt like drowning.

“Already soaked for me,” he growled, voice low and filthy, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me....