Cravin, Stiletto, Kendyle Paige
As he pulls me close, his heart races against my cheek. He lifts me as if I weigh nothing. My body feels heavy, making me question my ability to give him anything else.
“On your knees, dolcezza.”
He spins me round so I’m sat up on my knees, my back pressed against his hard chest.
“Spread them nice and wide.”
I shuffle them out, too exhausted to argue.
His arms wrap around me, pulling me tightly against him, and his lips graze my shoulder with soft, lingering kisses.
“So fucking perfect,” he whispers.
He strokes down my side. Just that simple touch alone forces me back to life.
His other hand tightly wraps around my lower stomach, causing me to gasp in surprise as he gently slides his fingers between my legs.
He kisses up my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Can you hear how wet you are for me?” he groans.
Yes. Embarrassingly so.
He increases the pressure on my stomach and fucks me harder with his fingers, lightly nipping at my jaw. His cock presses against my ass.
“Come on, baby. Let me have it all.”
He circles my clit with his thumb. I start to pant. My head tips back and I rock against his hand.
“I’m so close,” I whisper.
As he twists his finger inside me, the sensation intensifies, and a mind-blowing orgasm ripples through me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body. I give in to the feeling, losing myself against him, and the wetness spreads from his fingers down my legs.
“Oh, holy fuck, Zara.”
I can barely see, let alone do much else. I wriggle in his grasp. His thigh between my legs is absolutely drenched.
“Did I just—”
“Squirt? Yes, you did, all over me.”
His husky voice sends flutters in my stomach. I lower my head, not sure what else to do.
“Zara?”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
I don’t know what comes over me. It’s all too much. All I know is, I don’t want to look at him. I’m suddenly completely vulnerable to him.
He guides my face up with his thumb.
“Don’t you dare be embarrassed, dolcezza. Do I look anything other than completely turned on right now?”
The way he is looking at me, he slides his finger along my pussy bringing it up to his lips and licking it clean with a glint in his eye. “Well?”
“N-no, you don’t,” I stutter.
“That’s because it’s true. That was so goddamn hot,” he rumbles and steals a kiss.
