His thumb pressed harder on my clit, fingers stroking deep and steady. The risk, the filth of his words, the way he was touching me like he owned me—it was too much. I came hard, sudden and intense, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his finger as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My mouth opened on a silent cry, thighs shaking under the blanket. He kept stroking me through it, slow and relentless, drawing it out until I was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did he ease his hand back, fingers slipping out of me. He brought them to his mouth under the cover of the blanket and sucked them...