Her fingers curl and pull my hair as her hips rock faster. Little whimpers escape her throat, and every noise makes me want to be inside her. I’m not stopping until she comes. I have to hear her come. “Fuck, it’s so good,” she gasps. “Come for me,” I growl, and she makes another soft noise, nodding her head fast. My thumb moves faster. The two fingers inside her curl and massage the place that will push her over the edge. Lust and desire are fueled by anger. I’m furious she has this power over me. I’m risking everything to do this, but there’s no way I’m stopping.
