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“It’s one-way glass,” he says. “No one can see you except me and you. The way it’s meant to be.”

When he enters me, I expect harshness, like his ragged breath on my neck. But instead he slides his finger into my pussy slowly, adoringly.

Biting my bottom lip, to stop the moan threatening to burst from my throat, my eyelids close. I let the back of my head tip against his muscle-bound shoulder.

He pushes his finger past the second knuckle, stroking my flaming inner walls. “Eyes open, pretty girl. Watch what I’m doing to you. Watch how your little pussy stretches for me.”

Unable to form an objection, I open my eyes.

My pink folds shine in the glass as he positions a second finger to push inside me.

“Fuck.” He angles his fingers to drive them further. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He starts moving his fingers rhythmically, building a fire in my core.

“Good girl.” His voice is rough in my ear. “Take a deep breath for me.”

I wonder why, but I find out when he inserts a third finger while barely slowing the thrusting.

Groaning, my back arches from the sting of the intrusion. He doesn’t pause, entering a fraction further with every thrust, stretching my aching pussy just like he promised he would.

“How does it feel?” he asks.

“A lot,” I gasp. “It feels like a lot.”

“Do you want more?”

My head feels light from my rapid breathing.

He thrusts harder, faster. I dig my fingertips into his tensed forearm wrapped around my waist, vaguely aware that I’d fall if he let go.

My knees buckle and the fire in me roars. He’s going to make me come.

“Do you want more?” he repeats. “Do you want to come for me?”

I grimace, knowing he can feel me on the edge. My muscles press around his fingers as he drives into me with devastating precision.

How can he make it feel so good? It’s not fair.

“Yes,” I whine, the pressure building.

I’ll come soon, whether I try to hold off or not. My stinging, throbbing pussy seems to want nothing more than to be stuffed by Lucan’s hand. My hips jiggle up and down under his firm grip, like I want to get away from him just as much as I want more.

“Watch,” he commands. “I want you to watch yourself come on my hand.”

As I pant, the sight of his fingers drilling into my tender flesh compounds both the pain and pleasure. My wetness spreads beyond my swollen pussy to my inner thighs and slicks Lucan’s hand.

His three fingers sink into me to his second knuckles. The strain on my opening shoots hot zings into me, stoking the orgasm gathering in my core.

“Please,” I gasp.

“Please what, beautiful?”

I don’t even know.

Please stop. Please make me come. Please fuck me. Please let me go. Please forget me, and let me forget you.

My body answers for me, the orgasm swelling under the pressure of his smooth, relentless thrusting.