Act of Treason

“Am I?” Meryl rasped as she arched her body for him to take more. He snarled against her nipple. His hand reached her other breast. He took her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it. She whimpered as pleasure cruised through her. Slowly, he took his hand down and cupped her sex.

“Ah, my girl is wet for me,” he said. “What would I do to get inside you?” 

“Then get in!” she breathed. Her core was throbbing so hard that she wanted him inside. 

Sensing her need, he slipped his finger inside her and pumped in and out until she saw stars in her vision. She came all around his finger as he sucked her hard. Meryl was breathless. She threaded her fingers in his hair as she watched him suck her breasts. “Am I not good enough?” she asked