Page 71 of The Thief

So close.

So fucking close.

But not there.

And it was the most delicious torture.

“I do,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his scalp, my lips brushing his, and then I took his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down, pulling him into my mouth, sucking, then releasing him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You need me to take care of you, don’t you, baby.”

I nipped his lip again to tell him, yes. I needed all the care he could give me. Special care. The kind that’d have me screaming his name.

“You need to be a good girl for me,” he whispered, grazing his teeth on my neck as he slid his fingers a little closer to my wet pussy.

“I will.” I sighed.

“You need to be a good girl and come on my fingers.” He growled low.

He pulled my underwear to the side and slid his finger through my soaked pussy, groaning when he realised how turned on I was.

“Such a wet pussy, just for me. I love that. I love that you’re so ready for me.”

I clung to him as he moved his fingers slowly along my pussy, then up to circle my clit. With his fingertip, he traced slow circles around, then across, rubbing until I couldn’t take it.

I needed more.

So much more.

“I need you,” I cried, begging as I arched my back.

And he gave me exactly what I needed, pushing his fingersinside me, stroking my pussy walls as his thumb rubbed lazy circles around my swollen clit.

My hips bucked; my legs started to shake as I rode his hand. His fingers curling inside me, hitting my sweet spot like he knew my body better than I did.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Fuck my fingers, let me feel you come.”

I worked my hips in time with his strokes, the flicker of my orgasm turning to a burn, a spark, and then I was almost there.

“Yes,” I cried, chasing the high. “That’s it. Right there.”

My hips rocked faster now against his hand. My pussy tightened, gripping his fingers as he fucked me. My body didn’t feel like mine anymore, it was his. I had no control, but he did. He played my body like a fucking maestro, and I couldn’t get enough.

I closed my eyes, savouring every exquisite moment as my orgasm built.

Higher...

And higher...

More...

More...

And then...

“Fuck!” I cried, my body jerking and my back locking as my orgasm hit me. Waves of pure fucking bliss, like fireworks in my pussy, my clit, all of it was convulsing, contracting, exploding with so much force I couldn’t hold back.

And then, I felt something I’d never felt before.