Chapter 87

• —Tristan—
• “Tristan,” she said, half angry, half desperate. I closed my mouth over her clit as I slammed my fingers into her, and she arched up, crying out my name as her release shook her body. I kept thrusting and suckling until she began jerking, overwhelmed by the sensation.
• Sliding my fingers out of her channel, I dipped my tongue in, causing her to let out another low moan. I pushed to my feet, shoving down my pants and crashing my lips down against hers so she could taste herself. “Ready to be fucked now?” I growled.