Madison
His fingers finally brushed against my wet folds, making me gasp. "Christ, you're dripping."
"Don't sound so smug," I managed, fighting to keep my voice steady. "It's a basic biological response."
"Is that what they're teaching in biology these days? That women get this wet from 'basic biological responses'?" His finger circled my clit teasingly. "Tell me, Maddie, do you get this wet for everyone or just me?"
"That's none of your business," I replied, even as my hips betrayed me by arching into his touch.
"Everything about your pussy is my business," he growled, slipping one finger inside me with deliberate slowness. "At least for the next few months."
The remainder of our arrangement stung more than it should have. "Right. Just business."
Something flickered in his eyes—frustration? Disappointment? Before I could analyze it, he withdrew his finger and brought it to his lips, sucking it clean while maintaining eye contact.
"If this is business," he said after releasing
