Chapter 41 Make Me Forget

• His hand traveled between us, traveling lower and lower. The urge to rock my hips was excruciating. I wanted nothing more than to see him come apart under me. Could I bring him there?
• His fingers rubbed the length of my slit with his fingers. Thick wetness on his fingers would have allowed him to slide his finger into me effortlessly if it weren’t for my underwear.
• Our eyes locked on each other as he quickened his movements and my insides squeezed. His fingers pulled the thin fabric to the side and before I could protest his fingers glided into my wet pussy.