LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
I shattered, my back arching so hard the chair nearly tipped, a broken cry tearing from my throat.
My inner walls clamped down on his fingers, pulsing, fluttering, soaking his hand as wave after wave crashed through me. He didn’t stop, he kept on thrusting slow and deep, milking every tremor and aftershock until I was trembling, oversensitive, boneless against the chair.
Only then did he ease his fingers free slowly bringing them to his mouth. He licked them clean while holding my gaze, tasting me like I was the sweetest thing he had ever had.