groan and shiver. His fingers are relentless, and the corner of my mouth leaks with him. “Hold it,” he warns, pressing the heel of his hand against my clit. I’m panting through my nose, and my knuckles whiten with the grasp I have on his arm and shoulder. “God, I love corrupting you. You’re such a pretty little thing all flushed and flustered. These sweet hips are grinding so hard. Are you embarrassed by how needy you are? Watch this.” He removes his hand right as I’m about to explode. My legs shake and twitch. Every muscle in my body is engaged.
