“Say it again!” he demanded.

But I couldn’t answer, as his fingers slid through my slick, swollen folds, plunging inside my tight cunt.

I gasped as he hooked his fingers inside, the very tips rubbed against that glorious bundle of nerves. Grinding against his hand, my need peaked.

“Don’t make me ask again,” he growled, claiming my lips, his tongue thrusting inside my mouth, mimicking the movement of his fingers. Pressing his thumb against my clit, his fingers moved faster and harder.

My thighs trembled and my body tightened; I came undone, soaking his fingers.

“I love you,” I groaned.

“Good girl.”