His finger plunged deep inside my soaked pussy without warning, and I gasped loudly, my walls clenching desperately around the thick intrusion. Ethan had never touched me like this. Never once in five years had he bothered with foreplay. He would just push inside, thrust a few times, cum quickly, and leave me frustrated and empty.

But this masked man was devouring me. He curled his finger expertly against my G-spot while his thumb rubbed firm, perfect circles on my swollen clit. Pleasure exploded through my body.

"Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping," he growled against my neck, his voice deeper and rougher than Ethan’s usual tone. "This neglected little cunt is...