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Slowly, deliberately, his hand slid between my legs,andhis finger teased along the seam of my slick folds. A small, choked sound escaped me as his thumb drew slow, torturous circles on my clit.

I squirmed, my thighs clenching as a desperate whine escaped me.

He hummed against my neck, his breath hot, his thumb still teasing.

“You want more, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“Soon, Wildcat,” he whispered into my ear. “But first…”

He pushed two fingers into me, hard and deep and sudden, and I cried out, arching against him.

His teeth bit lightly down the side of my neck, his thumb still circling, the pace faster, his touch growing firmer, making my head spin as his other hand pressed against the wall beside my head.I gasped, nails digging into the wood behind me, trying to brace myself against the assault.

He was relentless, though.

He curled his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my vision blur. A moan slipped from my parted lips, and he chuckled, the sound muffled against my skin.

“So eager,” he murmured. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer him, but my hips rolled against his hand, my body betraying me.

“Do it,” he ordered, his thumb pressing harder. “Come for me, Wildcat.”

I shook my head, panting, but my body was wound too tight, and his touch was too perfect.

It felt so good, so fucking good, and before I could stop myself, a cry tore from my lips, my entire body shaking as I fell apart in front of him with his fingers deep inside me.

He held me up, his arm banded around my waist, keeping me on my feet as the orgasm shredded me, making me dizzy and weak.

I struggled to catch my breath, but his hand was still there, teasing and torturing, making it impossible.

His thumb continued to stroke my clit, his fingers still buried inside me, as he began to suck and bite my nipple. I mewled with arousal. Pure bliss pumped through me, setting every nerve on fire and driving my head up into the clouds.

As my second orgasm broke, I suddenly felt like I was falling, like my feet had been swept right out from under me, even though I was still standing. My toes curled and my hands reached up to grab onto his massive shoulders, trying to hold on as my pleasure took me away.

I didn’t fall as I felt I surely would because he was still holding me up. Even as I shattered, his arm was locked tight around me, his fingers working inside me, his thumb coaxing me through it.

“That’s a good girl, Wildcat. Come hard for me. Let me feel how this sweet little pussy squeezes me when you come.” His words became real as my muscles spasmed around those evil, beautiful fingers.

He didn’t let up, God help me; he kept going. His fingers moved inside me, stroking and teasing, his thumb stroking my clit mercilessly.

I could feel the wetness dripping down my thighs, his palm slick as he worked it over my clit, making my entire body quiver.

The sensation was too much, and before I could stop myself, another climax barreled through me, tearing a cry from my throat. A low, satisfied sound reached me, his touch slowing, but not stopping.

His touch gentled as the waves finally began to subside. As the last shudders pulsated through my frame, I slumped back against the wall, boneless, my mind reeling.

His fingers slid out of me, his hand moving up to cup my cheek.

I trembled, overwhelmed and over-sensitized, my heart hammering, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

He drew his thumb across my cheek, and he emitted a surprising sound, something between a laugh and a sigh.

“You’re beautiful when you come, little mate. Even more beautiful when you comefor me,” he murmured, leaning in close, his mouth grazing mine.

The words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, but I was too dizzy, too spent, to push him away. My eyelids fluttered, my black world now full of swirling color behind the blindfold.