He didn’t hesitate, hand diving under my waistband, fingers finding my slick folds, two pushing in knuckle-deep, curling to hit that spot inside.

  “So fucking wet, Avery. This cunt’s gripping me tight already.”

  He pumped them in and out, thumb brushing my clit, matching my grinds, and I cried out, walls fluttering around his digits, the wet sounds filling the room.

  His fingers are thick, stretching me just right, and the way he’s thrusting them, it’s like he’s owning every inch.

  I came close again, body shaking, but he slowed right at the edge, pulling out slick and shiny.

  “Not yet. My turn to ask—truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” I panted,...