I shook my head fast, but my pussy clenched harder around his fingers anyway. The words hit somewhere deep and filthy inside me. I couldn’t help it. My body was betraying me completely.

He curled those two thick fingers inside me, stroking that spot that made sparks shoot straight up my spine. His thumb rubbed my clit in tight, steady circles—slow at first, then firmer, wetter. Every little movement sent another rush of slickness out of me. I could hear it. Soft, obscene sounds. The slick slide every time he pushed back in. The quiet squelch when his fingers bottomed out. I felt how soaked I was, my juices coating...