Page 60 of The Way We Fell

A finger slips inside my pussy, soaking in my arousal and dragging my juices back to my swollen nerves, begging for his attention. His eyes connect with mine again.

“Fuck, Jay.”

“That’s what I’m doing, Princess,” he whispers. His eyes never leave mine. “My hand first. Then my tongue.”

“Yes, please.”

“Sounds good, huh?”

He slips his middle finger inside me again, just to the first knuckle. It’s not even a stretch at all, but it’s delicious. His thick finger slips out and back in, further this time, and then again, returning with a second one to stretch me further. It’s the perfect kind of pleasant ache that has me shuddering with a mixture of delight and anticipation.

“Mhmm, yes. Fuck, yes.”

“My greedy little slut likes two fingers, huh? What about three?”

My hips rock against his hand, using his fingers to fuck myself as he pulls back before pressing a third inside me. My god, but the burn is exquisite. His long digits twist and curl inside me, hitting pressure points I never even knew existed. My hips buck wildly as my breath comes faster, nonsense falling from my lips. Still, his eyes never leave mine. A low whine cuts through the obscene wet, slicking sounds of his fingers in my pussy, and I realise a split second later that it came from me.

“So fucking beautiful with my fingers in your cunt.” He presses a kiss to my forehead; soft and tender and at complete odds with the way his fingers are driving me crazy. “You’re always so pretty when you’re being finger-fucked.”

“Jay,please.”

“You’re gonna come for me, Princess. Use my fingers. Take what you need.”

He thumbs my clit and that’s enough. It’s all I need to fall apart. I come with a yell, a curse, one of his hands resting low on my belly and the other quickly pulling free and resting on my thigh. The rush is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Even though it’s hardly our first time—or our second, or even our third. It electrifies me, rocking me to my core, stealing my breath and my vision with its intensity. The release is out of this world. It almost feels like—

“Did I just—”

“Fucking knew I’d get you squirting for me, Princess. My filthy fucking girl.”

I blink fast, trying to catch my breath as Jay’s fingers continue to toy with me lazily. He watches over me intently as I catch my breath, his smile somewhere between smug and awestruck.

“Correct me if I’m wrong,” I say, gasping a little as his fingers curl again. “But didn’t you say something about”—I gasp again—“your mouth?”

“You’re damn fucking right I did,” he all but growls. His fingers slip out easily, leaving me feeling empty just for a moment. He positions himself between my thighs, dipping beneath one of my knees and hooking my leg over his shoulder. With one last shit-eating grin, and his hands low on my hips, he ducks his head, and then I’m crying out as his hot mouth closes over my swollen, sensitive nerves.

“Fuck, Princess. You’re a fucking treat.” His words rumble against me, a seismic wave rattling my blood and bones. He licks with the flat of his tongue, then stiffens it to dip inside. God, I’ve never had a mouth like his before. So wonderfully warm, so attentive. So skilled. He always knows exactly what to do with that tongue. When to push inside. When to flatten it and tease with long, hot licks. When to work my clit with a feather-light touch, flicking at the swollen bud of nerves until I can’t take anymore.

“God, Jay, fuck—fuck, love, I’m gonna come.”

I feel his lips curl up into a smile as he licks me again, before the tip of his tongue begins to nudge at my clit.

“So come, then, Princess. Feed me.”

One press of his tongue is all it takes before I’m screaming, my hands in his hair and my hips bucking against his face, riding him from below as he plunges his tongue in and out of my pussy.

“Give me one more,” he urges as the waves begin to abate. My skin is slick with sweat, my breathing hard and heavy and my vision still fuzzy from the first orgasm—never mind the second. But his fingers join his tongue, pressing inside me and curling against my fluttering walls.

“Jay, I can’t—”

“One more, Princess, and then you can have my dick.”

Well, fuck. That sounds like an offer I can’t pass up. I clear my mind of everything except the sensations centred between my legs, sending my entire body into overdrive. The obscene slicking noises of his fingers sliding in and out of my wet heat. The electrifying feeling of the tip of his tongue pressing gently against my oversensitive clit. The twist and curl of his fingers, the way he scissors and stretches me, and then—

“Fuck, fuck, I’m coming.”

“That’s my good girl.” He smiles against my pussy, his lips lifting and changing shape as he presses open-mouthed kisses against me. One hand presses against my pelvic bone, holding my hips as they buck wildly. “My perfect Princess. That’s my girl. Always comes so hard when I eat her cunt.”

“Want your dick,” I gasp. “Inside me. Now.”

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