Blaming Myself

Eva’s POV

“Samuel, ahh… please.” The feeling of pleasure was so dominating that everything around me seemed to be hazy, even the thoughts in my head. I did not even know what I was pleading with him for, what was happening to me. One thing was only clear to me and that was his words, ‘I’m marking you.’ I thought he will be doing so but instead, he was just making my body demanded for more and move on its own accord along with the fingers of his working on my core.

Humming, he questioned even after knowing well what my words meant, “What please, baby?” He questioned but speeding up the work of his fingers while his lips continued torturing my teat but this time another one.

I just gasped in his reply, “Please…” while moaning and arching up my hips. I licked my lips breathing heavily and squealed out with eyes widening realizing that he just tore my pant. Though my pantie was still on but the thin fabric was not very much helpful with his long fingers working up with double the speed.