Thirty One

Isabella

He pushes a thumb into my mouth and I suck, swirling my tongue over the rough skin like I couldn't get enough. Which isn't really an act. I am desperate, my sex throbbing for relief, and I crave his touch everywhere.

"Look at me when you suck," he orders and I instantly obey. His bright eyes burn fire while they watch my mouth and he reaches to stroke two fingers over my clit. I tense and make a desperate noise in the back of my throat. He continues to pet me, and I can feel how wet and slippery I am, the sounds of my slickness as loud as my breathing. The climax was right there, just a few seconds away….

God, yes. I have to come, right the hell now.

The fingers between my legs disappear and I let out an angry growl around his thumb.

"Up," he tells me, retreating down my body until he stands on the floor.

I rise up on my knees, mindless to anything but having this craving satisfied.