“Two fingers inside, fuck yourself and rub your clit with the heel of your palm.” A moan and then god-fucking-dammit. If I hold my breath and listen, I hear it. The wet of her fucking her cunt. Of her riding her fingers. For me. Because I told her to. “Fuck, Olivia. I can hear how wet you are. Roll your nipples, baby, and keep riding those fingers for me.” “Yes. God. I’m close.” Her voice is almost confused. “How am I close?” “Because I’m in control. Imagine how close you’d be if it were my fingers? My cock stretching you.”
