Page 64 of The Purest Fake

“Touch me,” she urges, as if she read my thoughts.

I dip my trembling fingers inside her panties, encountering slick heat. I groan at how wet she is as I gently explore every inch.

“Finger me,” she pleads.

I slowly slide one finger into her. We both groan at the sensation. I wiggle it around a little, enjoying the feeling of her soft walls enveloping me, before I begin thrusting in and out.

“Hook your finger and rub my G-spot.”

I thought the G-spot was just a myth like Bigfoot. Some people say it exists but you can’t see it.

I do as she instructed, curving my middle finger until it’s caressing her inner wall. “Like that?”

“Yes, now rub my clit too,” she directs, licking her lips.

I’ve heard so much about this elusive part of a woman’s body but have never seen or felt one in person. It’s more than a little intimidating. And with her pants still on, I have to go by feel. I stretch my thumb to press where I think it should be. Applying pressure, I rub the area.

“Go easy,” she instructs. “Start slowly and gently draw circles around it. Don’t push directly on it.”

Sweat beads on my forehead. It’s difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing when my dick is in desperate need of attention.

“Like this?” I ask, circling the bundle of nerves with the pad of my thumb.

She gasps. “Yes. Just… like… that.”

I continue my ministrations, wishing I could see her pussyand taste it too.Scarlett’s hips rock against my hand, chasing more friction, so I switch between the circling motion and sweeping strokes—all the while continuing to rub her G-spot. It’s a lot to think about, but the way she’s blissfully wiggling around gives me an immense feeling of satisfaction.

“Put another finger inside me,” she says.

I add a second digit, pumping both at the same time I rub her clit. Scarlett writhes beneath me, spurring me on. My cock is straining against my sweatpants, and if I so much as brush it against her, there’s sure to be a repeat of last night.

She grips my wrist, moaning, “I’m close.” And then her legs start to quiver.

I stay on task, keeping my fingers and thumb moving, which isn’t easy when I’ve never been this excited in my life. After a few more seconds, her back arches and her mouth opens. I watch in awe as she trembles through her orgasm.

Fuck me.I’ve never seen anything this hot.

Her hand covers mine, slowing the rhythm until every wave of her release has passed.

She expels a satisfied sigh, whispering, “Oh, Cooper.”

I feel like I’ve climbed the highest mountain. I want to beat my chest and shout about making Scarlett come.

Her eyes flutter open, a lazy smile spreading across her face. “That was incredible,” she murmurs, pulling me down for a kiss.

I grin against her lips, feeling a surge of pride. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Mmm, more than enjoyed,” she says, her fingers tracing patterns on my back. “You’re a quick learner.”

I chuckle softly. “I have a good teacher.”

Her hand trails down my chest, stopping at the waistband of my sweatpants. “Now it’s your turn again,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

My breath catches as her hand slips inside my pants, wrapping around my hard length. “Scarlett.” I suck in a quick breath, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Her hand moves slowly up and down my length, her touch both teasing and electrifying. I groan, dropping my forehead to her shoulder as pleasure courses through me. I’ve never felt anything this good.

“Is this okay?” she asks.

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