Page 83 of The Final Faceoff
Her fingers tighten around the leather armrests, body trembling as I circle her clit, slow and lazy, just enough to make her twitch, to keep her on edge but not let her fall over it.
She bites her lip, hips shifting, grinding down against my hand, chasing more.
I chuckle low, teasing my middle finger against her entrance, just barely dipping inside before pulling back.
She whimpers.
“Oh, you want it?” I taunt, pressing a little deeper before retreating again.
Her head jerks toward me, her eyes pleading, but I don’t give in yet.
“Say it.”
She swallows hard, blinking up at me. “Leif?—”
I push my finger in to the knuckle, slow, deep, stretching her.
She gasps.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, stroking inside her, pressing my palm against her clit, making her grind against me. “Take it. Let me feel how tight you are.”
Her breath stutters, her thighs shaking, her body clenching around me.
“Fuck, you grip me so good.” I thrust my finger deeper, curling it inside her, feeling her squeeze around me. “You think you can take another?”
She nods frantically.
I smirk. “Good girl.”
I slide a second finger inside, stretching her open, watching the way she takes it. The way she sucks my fingers in like she was made for this.
“So fucking tight.” I pump into her slowly, letting her feel every inch. “Imagine how good my cock’s gonna feel in this greedy little cunt, stretching you, filling you up, making you come all over me.”
She makes a desperate, broken sound, hips jerking, trying to ride my hand.
Not yet, baby.
I press a third finger inside her, watching the way she clenches around me, the way she shudders, thighs trembling.
“Oh, you can take it, can’t you? Look at you. Taking all three so well, squeezing the fuck out of me. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
She nods wildly, panting, rocking against me.
I curl my fingers, pressing right against that perfect spot inside her, and she jerks violently, nearly moaning before she catches herself, biting down on her lip.
I grin, pulling my fingers out slowly, watching her pussy clench around nothing, desperate to keep me inside.
She makes a wrecked sound, eyes fluttering open, dazed.
“Suck.”
I press my slick fingers against her lips. She freezes, breath coming in quick, shallow pants. I smirk, voice dark, commanding. “Come on, baby. Show me how good you suck.”
Her breath shudders, and then, her lips part.
She takes my fingers into her mouth, her tongue swirling over them, sucking like she’s already got my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck.” My cock jerks in my pants, throbbing, painfully hard. “You’re so fucking good. Maybe next time you can beg me to feed you my dick.”
