~~Shirley~~
I tried to clamp my thighs together, desperate to stop it… not because I didn’t want it, but because the electric heat, the relentless thrusting of his fingers, was driving my brain to the edge. My head felt like it would burst, and yet my p***y betrayed me, sliding wetly against him, begging for more.
My legs parted almost on their own, forced aside, and a groan escaped me as he pressed his weight against my left thigh, heat and dominance burning through every nerve.
“Damien… what are you doing?” I whispered, my voice trembling, half fear, half need.
He leaned closer, his voice low, rough, yet deliberate. “Let me give you your first orgasm… pumpkin.”
“You’re not supposed to…” I breathed, a protest that sounded more like begging than denial.
Slowly, deliberately, he crawl
