In His World
“Please—fuck—more.”
He obeyed.
One hand shoved between us, palming me through my leggings. I was drenched. He cursed under his breath when he felt it, fingers pressing the damp fabric against my clit in slow, torturous circles. My hips bucked, chasing the pressure, thighs trembling.
His phone sound shattered the air.
Sharp and insistent.
We both froze, chests heaving, mouths swollen and wet.
“Ignore it,” I panted, voice hoarse.
“I should—”