Larissa's POV
Carson inserted a third finger, stretching me beyond anything I had experienced before. The sensation of being filled completely drove me toward the precipice of ecstasy as he thrust his fingers deep inside me.
"That's right. Take all of my fingers. Prepare that tight little cunt for what's coming next."
I teetered on the edge of climax, my body trembling with need, when he suddenly withdrew his fingers entirely.
A desperate cry escaped my lips as my hips thrust forward, seeking the contact I craved.
"Not quite yet," he said, his smile predatory and dangerous.
Before I could voice my complaint, his palm connected sharply with my most sensitive flesh. The sudden sting made me shriek as waves of sensation crashed through my body.
"Carson!" I breathed out.
"You enjoy that, don't you? My sweet wife craves the roughness."
