Chapter Twenty Nine

The roughness of his voice combined with the pressure of him dipping two fingers inside me made me gasp. I don’t even try to swallow that one. His thumb found my clit and he rubbed in slow circles, in time with the movement of his fingers.

My hips moved against him until I was riding his hand, the deep, curved strokes of his fingers inside me pushing me close to an orgasm I didn’t want. If only out of principle. I didn’t want to cum and prove everything he said to be true.

“Don’t fight it, Brenda. I don’t care if we’re in here for five seconds or for five minutes. Neither one of us is leaving this room until you’ve cum, and my fingers definitely aren’t leaving your gorgeous pussy until you have.” He brushed his lips across mine, his tongue flicked out at the seam of my mouth. “And believe me, I could stand here and wait for you to cum all night.”

It was there, right there, a tight ball of ne