Page 101 of The Baby Bargain
I drive two fingers into her.
She pushes my boxers over my hips. Wraps her hand around me. Works me with steady pumps.
"Princess—" Fuck, that feels too good. "I'm gonna come—"
She cuts me off with her lips.
I drive my fingers into her a little faster.
She works me with that same perfect rhythm.
I bring my hand to her clit. I need to make her come. I need to make her come now, so I can—
Fuck.
"Chase." Her nails scrape my stomach. "You're… Don't stop."
I keep that same pressure. Same speed.
Her brow knits.
Her teeth sink into her lip.
Her chest heaves.
She claws at my skin as I bring her to the edge.
Groans my name as she goes over it.
She keeps working me with those same steady stokes.
I bring her back to the edge.
With the next brush of her hand, I come. I groan her name as I spill into her palm.
Pleasure spreads through my stomach, thighs, chest. All the way to my fingers and toes.
It's different than when I'm alone.
Warmer. Brighter. Bigger.
Like my entire being is brimming with bliss.
I keep working her.
She keeps groaning my name.
Then she's there, raking her nails over my skin, melting into my arms, coming on my hand.
I rub her through her orgasm.
When I release her, she blinks her eyes open. Looks at me with a sheepish. "Sorry."
"Sorry?" What the fuck is she sorry for?
"I got carried away."
Oh. She's—Oh. "Don't fucking apologize."
