Page 234 of My French Love Affair

“Good girl,” I murmur before my lips press a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the curve of her throat.

Her body near enough melts against me as her hands continue to grip the door.

It’s like she already knows that she’s about to fall apart. That I’m about to wreck her.

I move fast - one hand gripping her hip, the other slipping lower, fingers brushing over her slit. She gasps, her back arching and her nails scraping against the surface as she presses back against me, seeking more,needingmore.

I slide my fingers against her cunt, testing and feeling how she’s already so hot and wet for me.

I know that should drive me insane. That it should push me over the edge.

But instead, I feel calm.

Focused.

Because right now, in this moment, she belongs to me - and I’m going to make sure she never forgets it.

I press my lips to her ear, my fingers sliding between her thighs over and over again, stroking, circling and pressing. Her hips buck against my hand, desperate for more, but I drag it out as long as possible, enjoying the desperate sounds that slip from her lips -

And then I sink my fingers inside her.

She cries out, her body jerking and her lips parting in a breathless, shattered moan.

Merde.

She’s so tight, so hot, so fuckingperfect.

Her thighs tremble as her hips roll, her fingers scraping against the door as I move inside her, slow but deep. My fingers push and press and curl, and I grin to myself as I drag out her pleasure.

She’s sensitive. Overstimulated.

And fuck, I love it.

She bites her lip, a choked whimper escaping her throat, and I smirk against her skin.

“What’s the matter,mon ange?” I murmur, my pace quickening, my thumb pressing firm circles against her wet clit.

She gasps, her legs wobbling, her nails biting into the wood.

I tighten my grip, holding her up and refusing to let her escape - refusing to let her run from what I’m doing to her.

“Can’t handle it?” I ask.

She whimpers as she shakes her head. Her hips continue to buck and roll into my hand, seekingmore.

But I’m not done with her yet.

Not until she begs again.

I slow my movements, my fingers curling inside her, pressing against that perfect spot, teasing her just enough to drive her insane.

She gasps, her body locking up, her breathing ragged, her frustration palpable.

I smirk, dragging my lips over her jaw, pressing soft, slow kisses along the column of her throat.

“You want to come for me?” I ask. “Want to come right now,on my fingers?”

She nods frantically, her head tipping back, her body trembling; but I let out a disappointedtsk.

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