“Baby girl,” he murmurs, straightening to brush his lips over mine before continuing. “It only hurts for a moment, right? Before you like the ache of it? Don’t tell me I’m wrong. Not when…” He slides a third finger into me, and fucks me with them pointedly for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving mine. “Not when your body is more than willing to tell me how much you love me doing this.”
