Page 97 of Blush Crush

“I’m going to stretch you out, okay, baby? I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Slowly, I slip one finger inside her and groan at how tight she is. I have no idea how she’s going to take my cock, but I look forward to getting her pussy nice and ready.

I work it in and out of her, keeping my thumb rubbing light circular motions over her clit. All the while her heavy-lidded gaze stays fixed on me.

“How are you doing?”

“Good,” she whispers, breathless.

“Think you can take another?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “Give me more.”

Slowly, I work in a second finger, never tearing my gaze from hers. I see the moment of discomfort, the strain that works its way across her features as her body adjusts. Increasing the pressure of my thumb, I massage her more deliberately so the pleasure outweighs the pain.

Soon her breathing becomes more ragged, her noises of discomfort morphing into sighs of ecstasy.

Satisfied she’s adjusted, I start toying with her. Removing both fingers abruptly only to plunge them back in a touch rougher. When I curl them forward against her inner wall, a gravelly yelp crawls out of her throat and that’s when I know I found the spot I was looking for. Her G-spot.

“Did you like that, baby?”

“Cole,” she cries out, thrusting her hips upward.

“I’m going to make you squirt,” I tell her as I move to sit on my knees beside her. “I need to get the angle just right.”

“I don’t think I can.”

Her body is already vibrating, pulsating as she claws at the sheets. She’s so much closer than she realizes, drenching my hand with all that sweet liquid. I know she can do it.

“You can and you will, because I’m going to make sure of it.”

As my middle and index fingers move inside her soaking pussy, I use the palm of my other hand to apply pressure to her pelvis. My fingers frantically piston deeply, each pump easier than the last, her arousal pouring out just like I knew it would.

She’s out of her mind, her cries and moans are loud and wild and so goddamn sexy.

“You’re doing so good. So pretty when your pussy is being taken care of. Keep your eyes on me. I need you to see how well I use you. Because no one is ever going to make you feel as good as I do.”

She forces her eyes open, looking at me and then down to watch me work her like I own her. Seconds later her body thrashes uncontrollably, her legs shaking. The moment I remove my fingers, I sweep them over her clit and pussy lips, flicking them back and forth in tight, rhythmic bursts like I’m scratching a record. Within seconds, a gushing orgasm squirts out of her in a stunning waterfall. My head drops, mouth opening to capture it. She soaks my face, soaks the sheets, soaks everything. Her orgasm is everywhere, dripping down my face like I stood under a hose. I lap it all up, dragging my tongue down her center to get as much as I can.

Afterward, the room is quiet save for our heaving breaths. Ariana is sprawled on her back beside me, one arm thrown over her face, hair fanned out across the pillow. She looks perfectly messy and entirely satisfied and I have never been more proud of anything in my life.

“Cole,” she says to the ceiling.

“Mm.”

“I think you broke me.”

A rumbling laugh falls out of me as I roll onto my side to look at her. “You’re not broken.”

She moves her arm just enough to peer at me with one eye. “I’m very messy.”

“Yeah you are.” My gaze takes a slow, unhurried pass over her—wet and flushed and mine—before I push off the mattress and extend my hand. “Come on.”

She drops her arm. “Where are we going?”

“Shower.”

She sits up slowly, blinking as I reach down and offer my hand. She takes it and stands, slightly unsteady, and I keep hold of her while she finds her footing.