Playing Fake With Kade Black
“Let me feel you come on my fingers.”
Her walls clench around me, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her body shakes. I keep moving, drawing it out until she’s panting and pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I pull my fingers out and bring them to my mouth, licking them clean while she watches, eyes wide. “Fuck. Me. You taste so good, Shadow.”
Sora laughs breathlessly, still flushed. “God you're so dirty.”
I raise a brow, dirty? That's new, I've been called “so good” “hot” “sexy” but never dirty.