Page 84 of The Rowdy Ones

“Oh fuck,” he praises against my pussy, “you taste better than I could have imagined.”

“How did you learn how to do this?” I ask, not truly wanting to hear the answer if it means he practiced on another girl.

“The internet.”

This makes me laugh and then it dies when another moan takes over. The pleasure coursing through me is all-consuming. Each time he nips or sucks on my clit, I shudder wildly.

“This right here,” he growls as he pushes a thick finger inside of me, “belongs to me. I’m going to get it nice and stretched to take my big cock. You want that, don’t you?”

I whimper and nod. “Y-yes.”

“God, you’re so damn tight. It’s going to fucking hurt, Dez.”

“I don’t care.”

He glides his finger in and out of me like it’s his cock. I clamp down around him, craving something bigger and longer. A sharp pang of pain slices through me when he starts inserting another finger. The stretch hurts. I’m slightly terrified because Rowdy’s two enormous fingers inside of me are bigger than Jace’s cock ever was. I’ve felt Rowdy hard beneath me. He’s huge. It’s likely going to be painful.

So?

“The internet said if I find this one spot—”

Glittery stars explode in my vision and I’m in awe of something aside from the usual darkness. It’s the intense pleasure he’s creating by touching a place inside of me. It feels so good I want to scream. I do scream. Rowdy’s other hand reaches up, gripping my cheeks together to quiet me. It hardly works. The sounds coming from me are feral and needy. I rotate my hips, chasing those delicious touches of his fingers inside of me, while letting his tongue assault my sensitive clit.

It’s mind-blowing.

I need more of him.

“Holy shit,” Rowdy grits out as I continue trembling several moments after the orgasm starts to fade. “You’re dripping, Dez. Is that from how turned on you are?”

I’m boneless and drunk on pleasure. All I can do is flash him a dopey smile and nod.

He slides his fingers out of me and I groan. The loss of him leaves me feeling empty. A chill wraps its claws around my spine.

“I read you should try to pee after sex stuff. So you don’t get a UTI.”

I don’t know what that is, but the thought of peeing in front of him makes my skin heat. “You’re going to watch me pee?”

He laughs. “I planned on giving you your privacy, but the look on your face says you want me to watch. That makes my dick really hard.”

The two of us together are out of control.

What is even happening right now?

“You can help me,” I tell him, ignoring the burn on my cheeks. “If you want to.”

“Fuck, yes.”

He slips out from under my legs and then pulls me to my feet. I’m shaking violently, falling against his chest. His lips find my neck and he kisses me there. Then, gently, he scoops me up to carry me to the toilet.

This is weird and wrong.

If so, why does my entire body sing?

He sets me on the toilet and squats in front of me. I’m on fire as I slightly part my legs, knowing he’s literally going to watch. His big palms, one of them with still wet fingers, slides up and down my bare thighs as if to encourage me.

“I don’t think I can,” I whisper, feeling disappointed.

“Relax. Do it for me.”