Kyle's hand slid slowly from hers, trailing down her arm, over the curve of her hip, and dipped between her plump thighs.
The heat radiating from her core hit him first, thick and inviting. His fingers parted her soft folds, sinking right into the slick, drenched heat of her pussy.
Fuck hell, she was soaked already, her juices coating his fingers instantly showing how sexually starved she was, pulling him deeper with every inch.
He paused there, mesmerized by how easily she yielded, her inner walls clenching greedily around his probing fingers as if begging for more.
Who could blame her, this body of hers only wanted one man in her and he was in her bed right now.
Cassandra bit her lower lip hard, her body trembling under the sheets. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the urge to let out the moan building in her throat.
