LUSTily : Diff. Forbidden Love Stories
His thumb found my clit, pinned it down, and began to roll over it in tight, merciless circles.
"Bruce... please," I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his hair, not knowing if I wanted to pull him closer or push him away from the sheer sensory overload.
He ignored my plea, his tongue flicking the tip of my nipple in time with the friction of his thumb. The rhythm was devastating. He sped up, his fingers pumping inside me with a shallow, splashing sound that echoed in the quiet room.
He was relentlessly nipping at my skin, sucking the breath from my lungs, and grinding his thumb against that swollen bud until I was nothing but a live wire of raw nerves.