Maisie
I felt the orgasm building not like a detonation, something catastrophic and inevitable.
And when he sucked so hard, I saw stars, and his fingers curled just right, it hit.
I screamed his name so loud my throat went raw. My insides clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic spasms, and through it all he kept licking, kept stroking, drawing it out until I was sobbing, oversensitive, trying to squirm away. He pinned my hips with his free arm and didn't stop until I was begging.
"Please—Mercer—please—"
He lifted his head. His mouth and chin were wet, glistening with my slick. The sight of him like that sent me into a frenzy and I was moving, my chest slamming into his, knocking us back hard enough that the tub cracked at the edge.
But I didn't care as he caught me with a soft laugh.
I straddled his hips, one leg on either side, and positioned myself over him.
"Adams, wait—shit."
I felt the head of his cock nudged my entrance, and I bore down hard.
