Page 77 of I Knead You Tonight

“Don’t even think about it,” I bark as she tries to close her eyes when the pressure becomes too much for her. “I want to watch you come apart.”

“Then you better add another finger,” she says, spreading her legs wider.

I dip two fingers into her pussy, resting my thumb against her clit. I don’t even move my wrist and I can feel her begin to tighten at the invasion.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she mumbles as she pants. “That feels so…fuck.”

I chuckle and she swats, only to gasp at the angle I hit when she moves.

“Do that again,” I tell her.

“What?”

“Ride my hand, Drew. Show me how you want to be touched.”

Her movements are slow at first, unsure, but it doesn’t take her long to find her rhythm.

Rubbing her clit as she gets herself off on my fingers, I cover her moans with my mouth, kissing them away so only I can hear them.

She wrenches her mouth from mine.

“I need to come.”

“Whatever you need.”

“Harder. Fuck me harder.”

I do.

And before I know it, she’s gasping softly, her body tightening around my fingers.

Her breaths come in short spurts as I ease my ministrations, letting her come down from the high she so desperately needed.

I pull my hand from her jeans and lean back, grinning.

“I—”

The laundry room door flies open, whacking me in the back, and I fall into Drew, using my body to shield her from the intruder.

“What the fuck?” I growl.

“Oh, shit. My bad.” Foster’s eyes move back and forth between me and Drew. “Oh. Well, hi, Drew.”

She hides her face in my chest.

“What are you doing in here?”

“I, uh, heard the dryer. It wasn’t on before and since I couldn’t find you in the rest of the house…” He shrugs. “I took my chances.”

“Get the fuck out, Foster!”

“I’m going, I’m going. By the way, Riker is awake, and he definitely shit. We drew straws and you lost, Drew.”

“If I wasn’t there to draw, how did I lose?” she asks, peeking around me.

“Exactly,” he explains. “But, anyway, yeah. He’s awake.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “Kids ruin everything. We’ll be out in a sec.”

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