Ryker switched to the other breast, sucking harder. His free hand slid down my stomach, slow, teasing. Fingers dipped under the waistband of my panties. He groaned when he felt how wet I was.

“Jesus, Madison. You’re dripping.” Two fingers slid through my folds, spreading the slickness, circling my clit without quite giving me what I needed. My hips jerked forward, chasing his touch.

He pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to my mouth. “Taste how bad you want this.”

I hesitated. He pushed them past my lips anyway. I sucked obediently, tasting myself on his skin. Salty-sweet. Humiliating. Hot.

“Good girl,” he praised, and I felt it...