Page 26 of The Upgrade

This woman’s right here, her ass arching up off the table as I roll that tight little bud under the pad of my thumb. She moans and grinds into my hand.

“Lift up,” I murmur, grabbing a bolster from the caddy and slipping it under her hips. I watch as she settles and sighs. “Better?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Good.” I’m dying to taste her. To suckle this sweet, swollen bundle of nerves. She’s riding my hand, urging me to keep touching.

The guest booked two hours, and I’d rather not rush it, but her soft needy moans say she’s ready for more.

Gliding the tips of my fingers through her slit, I let my thumb sink inside her. She moans, and I do it again. In and out slowly, then tracing a path to her clit. I use her arousal to paint slick little circles, making her moan with need.

“Oh my God, please don’t stop.” She’s panting now, her perfect flesh flushed with desire. She spreads her legs wider, opening herself up for more.

I push all the way in, burying my thumb to the knuckle. As I pump a few times, her liquid heat clenches around me.

“Yes.” She drives her hips back, fucking my hand now. She’s so goddamn eager for more.

I draw my hand back and the guest gives a sharp gasp of protest.

“No,” she gasps, wiggling her hips. “Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping.” I fucking love how eager she is. “Just adjusting.”

Rolling my wrist, I drive my two longest fingers deep into her. She gives a sharp cry as I plunder this sweet little channel. I’m strumming her clit with my pinky and ring finger, learning the angle she loves.

“Oh my God.” Her hands bunch the drape that’s slipped off to the side, balling it up in a fist. She’s gasping and twisting and fucking my hand like a queen. Ocean waves crash in the distance and the scent of arousal fills my senses.

“I’m close,” she gasps.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” It’s blowing my mind that she got here so fast. As her slick walls contract, I watch her whole body tense like a perfectly played harp string.

“Oh, fuck.” She cries out and bucks off the table, fucking my hand in a frenzy.

“That’s it.” Strumming her clit, I nearly come in my pants.

Watching this woman unravel on my fingers feels insane. The clench of her pussy and her hot, hungry cries—it’s fucking mesmerizing.

“Good girl,” I murmur as aftershocks rock her slim frame. “You come so prettily on my hand.”

She gives a soft moan of pleasure, her body wrung out on the table. She’s panting and twitching, face down in the cradle.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes “That was wild.”

Something in her voice catches my ear this time. A familiar lilt. A sweet little hitch I’ve heard somewhere before.

But no, that’s impossible.

Drawing my hand back, I glance at the clock. We’ve still got an hour to go. Enough time for me to taste that sweet pussy. To make her come on my face at least once or twice, those delicate fingers bunched in my hair.

“If you’d like to turn over,” I say softly, “we’ll continue the massage.”

Grabbing the drape where it’s crumpled at her hip, I pull it up to help shield her. Privacy seems like a moot point now, but it’s more about respect. I cast my eyes down to be sure she won’t roll off the table. My gaze skims her ass as she turns.

That’s when I see it.

The dark swirl of ink at her hip. A Celtic symbol.

The sisters knot.

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