Page 80 of Delayed Penalty

“What do you feel, Quinn?”

“Warm.”

“What else?” he prompts, practically panting in my ear, his eyes locked on what my finger is doing.

“Wet.”

“And?”

“Tight.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “I’m so fucking tight, Hayes.”

“Don’t I fucking know it, honey.”

He growls, low and throaty, like he’s barely able to hold himself back right now, and I know the feeling. I add another finger, loving how his eyes spark when I begin thrusting them into my pussy, my fingers shining with my arousal.

Hayes watches me the whole time as I bring myself closer and closer to the brink, teasing with the palm of my hand over my clit every so often while he continues running his fingertips over my nipple. His attention doesn’t waver from what I’m doing between my legs, and it’s somehow too much and not enough all at the same time.

I want more. I want him.

I wiggle in his lap, and he chuckles.

“Do you want more?”

I nod. “Please.”

“Then ask. Use your words, Quinny.”

I hate begging. Absolutely hate it. But I’ll do it if it means just a little bit of relief in this moment.

“Touch me, Hayes. Make me come. Make me scream your name.”

He grins. “Happily.”

He swats my hand, replacing my fingers with his, and I instantly feel so much fuller than I just was.

“Oh god,” I moan, wanting so badly to close my eyes, but I know if I do, he’ll stop, and more than anything, I don’t want him to stop. I rock against him, not caring how eager it makes me seem, and he slides even deeper.

But it’s still not enough. I want more.

“Hayes…”

I don’t have to say anything else. He already knows. He slips a third finger into me, and now it’s almosttoomuch. I drop my head back, slamming my eyes closed against the sting of the stretch, and he grabs my chin, jerking it back down.

“Look at yourself,” he says, his voice scratchy with need. “Look at the way your cunt stretches around my fingers. You’re dripping for me. So fucking wet. All for me.”

“For you,” I say.

My eyes drop to where his fingers are lost inside me. His tattooed arm flexes as he pumps in and out, his thumb barely brushing against my clit. God, I look like a fucking mess. Sweat is slicked down the back of my neck, my hair is everywhere, and I’m the only one who is naked, Hayes still fully dressed.

“Do you want to come?”

“Please.”

“Can you be quiet?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“I didn’t think so. But you’re going to have to be, honey. Understood?” I nod. “Good. Now cover your mouth while you come on my hand.”

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