Mia’s POV
Beth didn’t stop with her fingers. Instead, she grabbed my wrist and tugged me out of the bathroom. My body followed even though my mind was still spinning, my heartbeat racing so fast I thought it might burst out of my chest.
She pushed open the bedroom door, dragging me inside like she already owned me. My breath caught when she eased me onto the bed, pressing me down against the sheets.
The moment our lips touched again, my body betrayed me. Her tongue slid against mine, hot and messy, our moans colliding.
Her hands were everywhere—grabbing my t**s, squeezing like she owned them. I gasped when her fingers found my p***y, already slick, already begging. “f**k, Mia,” she whispered against my mouth, “you’re dripping for me.”
I didn’t even think. My hand slid between
