Whispers After Dark
“You’re tight, and hot. Taking my fingers so well. You hear that? That’s you, dripping for me.”
The filthy words undid me. I rocked against her mouth, chasing her tongue.
“More,” I begged. “Please, Rivka, I’m close—”
“I know,” she said, curling her fingers. “I can feel you clenching. Cum for me, Sylvaine. Let me taste it. Be loud, be messy, and be mine for tonight.”
The orgasm hit like the gale outside. I screamed her name, my back bowing off the rug, walls pulsing around her fingers.