Page 94 of Forgotten Comeback
“You pussy disagrees, man-eater.” He enters me with that finger, and my head lolls to his shoulder on a moan.
“We have sexual chemistry, but that doesn’t mean we make sense.” I try to be the voice of reason here.
He slips another finger inside me, and I whimper, the voice of reason falling off the damn ride.
“Why do we need to make sense?” he murmurs against my ear as he moves the pads of his fingers deep inside me. He findsthat little rough spot of nerve endings and begins pressing them over and over. He’s right, my fingers aren’t long enough to reach my G-spot, but, oh God, his are.
A violent shiver rushes through me, but I try to see past the sexual haze. “You blew up my house.” Let’s start with the most damning evidence.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he promises, moving his fingers expertly in and out.
“You can’t be faithful to one woman,” I tell him on a moan.
“Give me the chance to prove you wrong,” he implores.
“What if I miss women?” I argue, locking eyes with him.
“Then we’ll find out if I have a cluck kink.” His hips buck, and he groans. “Damn, maybe I do.”
“Fuuuuck.” The idea alone is nearly enough to push me over the edge.
“That’s right.” He growls. “Let everyone hear how I make my girl squirt.”
“Oh, God.” He begins moving his fingers faster and faster, my pleasure climbing nearly as high as the ferris wheel. But remembering what he said, I correct him, “I’m still not your girl.”
His movement ceases, and my pussy spasms around his fingers in protest.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, my chest heaving.
“Then say you’re my girl.”
“This is coercion,” I grit.
Gavin slips his fingers out from beneath my dress and moves them to his mouth, tonguing them clean. His smug look vanishes when my own hand slips beneath my dress. “Uh-huh.” He grabs my wrist, jerking my hand out. “You don’t get to finish by yourself what we started.”
His fingers return between my legs, working me fast and hard.
“Oh, yes!” I dig my face into his shoulder, my body vibrating with pleasure.
He grips me by the nape of my neck, yanking my face up. “Don’t you dare hide. Everyone’s watching me make my girl fall apart, and I want them to see. God, you are so fucking sexy.”
“Gavin,” I moan, my body shuddering violently as he fingers me roughly.
“Show ‘em how you squirt for me, Taylor,” he murmurs, his words pooling between my thighs and bursting into flames as he hits the same spot.
Over and over and over.
He murmurs filthy words in my ear as he doesn’t let up.
I’m a begging, needy mess. “Gavin, please.” Whether that’s for him to stop, or give me more, I don’t know.
“Not until you give me what I want,” he promises darkly, the muscles in his forearm straining from the exertion.
Higher and higher we go.
Or maybe that’s just me.
“Oh my God!” I bite down on his shoulder as my hips buck, that euphoric release washing over me as I come so hard, my eyes spark.
