CHAPTER 2: TEACH ME HOW TO FUCK

WILLOW’S POVI obeyed, my legs trembling as I leaned back on my elbows. He knelt on the floor between my spread legs, his presence overwhelming.

“We start slow,” he murmured, clicking the wand on its lowest setting. He pressed the large, round head against the fabric of my shorts, right over my aching clit.

“Oh!” I gasped, my hips jolting. The vibration was a deep, insistent hum.

“Breathe through it,” he instructed, his voice a rough caress. He moved it in slow, deliberate circles. “Feel that? That’s the beginning. Your body is waking up.” He increased the speed. The buzz became more intense,...