Leo
Miller's fingers inside me were driving me completely out of my mind. Two thick digits stretched my hole, curling and stroking that sweet spot with every deep thrust, sending sharp bursts of pleasure radiating straight up my spine.
I moaned loudly around his nipple, my tongue still flicking desperately over the hardened bud as my hips rocked back greedily onto his hand. Every single time he pressed deeper, scissoring me open from the inside out, an intense heat pooled low in my belly, and my cock throbbed painfully against his bare thigh.
"Fuck, Miller… that feels so goddamn good," I gasped out, my voice entirely hoarse.
He pulled his fingers free with a slick, wet sound that made me let out a desperate whimper at the sudden, freezing emptiness.
