“I need your fingers on my clit, rough and fast while I—” She moaned as the toy hit her G-spot just right and pleasure danced up her spine. “While I take whatever you give me. A toy, your cock—I don’t care.” “Fuck,” he snarled, fingers curling. Embarrassment tinged the maelstrom of sensation inside her and her face heated. Tucking her chin, she used her hair to hide. “I know, I’m sorry. I know you won’t touch me like that, I know—” “Yet,” he ground out. “I won’t touch you like that yet.”
