I push two fingers inside her, feeling the way she tightens around me. She's soaking wet, welcoming me home like she missed me all day long. Her mouth drops open, and while she doesn't have the strength to talk, I see the slight shake of her head.
"Take me, little sunflower. Let me show you how much you love this."
My fingers curl, rubbing against her G-spot, pressing and forcing her stomach to tighten. Her moan is long, almost pained.
Her eyes flutter open, and our gazes cross for a millisecond. Fear, despair, lust. She's feeling all kinds of wrong and an infinite
kind of great.
She's beautiful, desperate, on the edge of being a broken little thing.
"Stay aware," I growl as I rub harder against her inner walls. "Stay with me while I use you, Kayla."
She whimpers, her body curving to the rhythm of my movements. I don't think she realizes her hips are moving with me,
rolling to meet my thrusts.
"You're my dirty little masochist. Mine."
