Chapter Sixty-Seven
“Sam,” Abby moaned. She wanted more, even as she knew she should tell him to stop.
Sam smirked as he slid his hand into her leggings and past her panties. His fingers brushed against her damp curls, pulling them gently before he stroked her wet slit.
“f**k babe, you’re so ready.” He said, sliding two fingers inside of her and groaned as her inner walls tensed around his digits.
She moaned his name again like a desperate prayer as he moved his thumb around her clit, his fingers slowly f*****g her as her head thrashed from side to side. The sound of her moans making him feel more alive than anything ever had. Than anyone ever had.
He drank in the sight of her, longing for more.
“I wish we had more time,” Sam said in frustration as he sped up his movements.
Abby cou
