The wet, filthy sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of her told me what I needed to know, but I wanted to hear her. I wanted her to let go. The volume of Stella’s moans grew, but she still held back, her muscles visibly taut from the effort. “Please,” she whimpered. “I can’t…I…” “Let go, Stella.” My mouth grazed her ear. “When I tell you to scream, I want you to fucking scream. Or I’ll bend you over and spank your ass raw until you beg me to let you scream.” A surprised but wicked smile touched my lips when she clenched around my fingers at the threat.
