The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

He moves down the bed, crawling, then uses a finger to run through my wet, swollen pussy, groaning as he does. “Jesus fuck, just look at this. You’re full of me, aren’t you?” He’s not really talking to me, mostly to himself like he’s proud of his handiwork, and as his finger circles my swollen clit, my entire body reacts, flinching before melting, the ball of tension building in my belly again almost instantly. “Shit,” I whisper under my breath. “One more, Olivia.” One more? How? “Andre, I can’t—” “You can,” he insists, and he sounds so fucking sure of himself. A finger slides into me, and I moan at the feeling. He groans as he feels me, feels himself inside me. I lift my hips, and his finger moves back to my clit. “Come on, babe. Let’s go. Come for me one more fuckin’ time.” His fingers start to move back and forth, on a mission of sorts, until my hips are lifting, the tension in my belly building and building and building until I’m almost there, the feeling taking over me again. It’s then I wonder if you can die like this. Death by orgasm. I wonder if I even care. “Let go, Olivia,”