Eira's POV
"Fuck!" I heard him curse, and I knew exactly why. I could feel his erection pressing hard against my ass, his cock throbbing wildly with need.
Shame washed over me, but instead of stopping, I ground against him, unsure where the sudden boldness came from.
"You little cunt!" he growled, his voice low and restrained. "Asking for trouble?"
And then I felt him—sliding another finger inside me, punishing me with more pleasure, filling me completely. A loud moan tore from my throat before I could stop it.
"That's… too much…" I whispered, my words barely audible.
"Your cunt says otherwise," he murmured, his voice rough and hoarse. "It's already begging for more."
I shook my head, overwhelmed, the heat pooling and spreading inside me, consuming every inch of my body. My muscles clenched, my belly tightened, thighs quivering as he drove me higher, teasing, coaxing, claiming me as his.
"I—I'm—" I choked on my words, lost in sensation, unable to form anything coherent.
