Hailee's POV
"How do you feel?" He whispered, his voice dry and rough, turning me on even more.
"Tight," I managed, my voice unsteady. "So… so full." Saying it out loud made my stomach twist with embarrassment, but the pleasure was far too intense to stop.
He nodded slowly, a dark, satisfied smile curling his lips. "Good. Now, another. Slowly, Hailee. I want to watch you take your time."
Following his command, I slid my middle finger in beside the first, pushing past the delicious resistance of my pussy. The stretch burned sweetly, pain and pleasure tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart. My head fell back, breaths coming fast and shallow. Seeing him watching me, hearing his rough breathing, and feeling his eyes devour me—it all stoked the fire inside, making my body ache for more.
"It's not enough," I gasped, the words spilling out before I could stop them. "It's not you."
