Larissa's POV
The vision in my mind became more vivid and intense.
Carson hovered over me, his muscular frame pressing me into the mattress as he moved inside me. I could nearly taste the salt of his skin, feel the scorching heat radiating from his body.
"You feel incredible around me, Rissa," Carson's voice rumbled against my ear in my fantasy. "So perfect, so ready for me."
"Please," I whispered, sliding a fourth finger inside myself, desperate for more fullness. Nothing could match what I imagined he would give me.
My thumb worked frantically against my swollen clit while my fingers moved faster. My inner muscles contracted around them, building toward something explosive.
"God, I need this," I gasped, my free hand twisting my nipple roughly. The bite of pain sent electricity straight down to my core.
