DIRTY DREAMS
He's thick-fingered, calloused, and he curls them upward immediately, finding the spot like he was born knowing where it lives.
"Tight," he mutters, pumping his fingers. "Tight and wet and your ex left this? He's dumber than he looks."
His thumb finds my clit and presses – firm, circular – while his fingers fuck me. The wet sound of it fills the closet, obscene in the small space. Through the wall, I can hear the speeches. Someone is talking about how Ethan and his bride were destined to find each other.
"Harder," I gasp.
He adds a third finger. Stretches me. His other hand comes up and wraps around my throat – not squeezing, just holding, his palm warm against my pulse while his fingers dri