Wicked Pleasures [Steamy Short Stories]
He slid one finger inside her, slow and deep, her tight heat clenching around him as she let out a sharp cry.
“That’s it,” he rasped, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Let me hear you, Tara.”
Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small apartment as he added a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her gasp.
He curled his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her that made her knees buckle, her body shuddering against the wall.
His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while his fingers pumped in and out, the rhythm steady but building, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.