Page 97 of Make Me Mean It

“More,” I pant.

A second finger presses against me and my whole body pulls tight around the stretch.

“Relax,” he breathes against my throat, teeth grazing lightly over the skin.

My head tips, giving him more room as his lips close over the spot. The suction of his mouth tears a broken sound from me, and Connor pushes deeper at the same time, working another inch into me while I’m too busy feeling his teeth to tense against him.

“Oh, fuck.”

His fingers sink deeper, curling inside me.

“Ah, shit, Con.”

My knees buckle, Connor’s arm the only thing keeping me upright.

His fingers curl again, my hips jerking backwards into his hand.

He does it again, and I follow this time, pushing back into the movement, chasing that same vicious rush before it’s even finished burning through me.

“Thought it was princess?” Connor growls against my ear, a shiver tearing down my spine. “Go on, baby. Call me princess.”

Heat floods my face as I twist to glare at him over my shoulder, although whatever effect I’m going for is probably ruined by the fact that my hips are still moving against his hand.

“Shit, when did you get so filthy?” My voice shakes around the words. “You’re supposed to be the shy virgin.”

A growl vibrates against my back before Connor drives his fingers deeper, my mouth falling open around a breathless shout.

“I’m not a fucking virgin,” he bites out.

“Could’ve fooled- oh god.”

His fingers curl, and the rest of the sentence vanishes.

My vision smears at the edges as my cock throbs between my legs, painfully fucking hard, pre-come already slick across the head, Connor’s hand closing around me.

My hips buck straight into his fist as his fingers drive into me at the same time, catching that spot again and ripping every coherent thought straight out of my head.

“So fucking hard,” he breathes against the side of my throat.

His thumb sweeps over the head, sliding through the slickness before his fist closes around me again, and my forehead drops against the wall with a broken, “Shit.”

His fingers keep working inside me while his fist moves over my cock, one feeding straight into the other until I can’t separate the sensations anymore. My thighs start shaking beneath me, muscles jumping every time his fingers curl.

“Con- fuck-”

I drag in a breath that does absolutely nothing.

“I can’t-”

His fingers curl again, and my entire body jolts into his hold.

“I’m gonna-”

My mouth stays open against the brick, spilling sounds I’d deny under fucking oath while Connor keeps going, giving me absolutely no chance to pull myself back together.

“Now who looks like a virgin?” he chuckles darkly, his mouth brushing my ear.

My laugh doesn’t even make it out, my orgasm tearing through me.