VIVIENNE's POV
"Yes... fuck, yes! All five fingers, please!"
Wait. What the fuck did I just say??!
The filthy words had barely torn past my swollen lips before a terrifying, intoxicating pressure began building deep in the pit of my stomach.
My entire lower belly felt tight, heavy, and hot—a coiled spring drawn so taut it threatened to snap me in half.
The pressure was enough, too much and I just freaking blurted out having all of his fingers in me?!
What the fuck was I thinking?
No, I was barely even thinking.
Having three of his thick, calloused fingers buried inside me was already stretching my inner walls to a delicious, agonizing limit.
Every time he curled them upward, hitting that slick, swollen ridge deep inside my core, starbursts of blinding white heat erupted behind my eyelids.
His rough palm rasped against my sensitive outer lips with a wet, splashing friction that was driving me out of my mind.
Then his lips dragged closer.
