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“Fuck.” I choke on a moan as he fills me, stretching me open with long fingers that curl just right, rubbing against that spot inside that makes my vision blur.

“You’ve got a lot to learn,” he says, slow and unhurried. “Do I need to teach you about playing with yourself, too?”

I nod.

“Add it to the list.”

His mouth curves in a quiet laugh. “Alright,” he says. “Watch closely.”

His mouth finds my neck—open, rough—and the kiss that follows feels less like a choice and more like gravity finally winning.

His thumb finds my clit again, pressing down in tight little circles while his fingers work me, slow and deep and perfect until I forget what the lesson was supposed to be.

“Oh shit,” I breathe, trying to steady myself, grabbing at his shoulders.

He lets out this low, dark laugh—one that vibrates straight through me as he continues.

“You gonna come for me?”

I’m no longer keeping track of anything that matters, thinking about anything else. His thumb presses hard against my clit, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.

“Yes, don’t stop,” I moan, not expecting it to feel this good.

“If you need to scream,” he says, mouth near my ear, “bite my shoulder. I like it.”

I nod and grab his bicep, my fingers digging into his firm muscle. He curls his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that my whole body feels. “There it is. Right here,” he whispers, like he knows my own body better than I do. Apparently he does because I start to clench around him, unwillingly, and it's devastating how quickly I lose myself in him.

“Danger,” I moan, barely able to get the word out.

He pins me down to keep me in place, and his thumb keeps rubbing my clit. I bite his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin. It doesn’t phase him. His lips are hot and demanding against my ear. “That’s it, huh Winnie? I feel you clenching.”

“Oh god, yes,” I say, gasping, begging, shaking beneath him. And when it happens, it’s unbelievable, soul-shaking.

My back arches, I'm clenching harder around him, greedy and eager.

He grins against my ear. "That’s it, baby. Squeeze my fingers just like that."

My body rocks through the orgasm, and I can hear the noises, feel the wetness pool between my legs, all over his hand. I’m breathless, panting, and when I manage to speak, it’s a shaky mess. “I’m so sorry,” I breathe, my cheeks burning. “I didn’t expect…”

He cuts me off with a laugh, dark and amused. “You didn’t expect to come all over my hand so quickly?” he teases, and I nod, feeling stupidly shy. He licks his fingers clean, his tongue dragging along them slowly.

“Yeah, that,” I admit. “I’m sorry about the mess.”

By the look on his face, I can tell he doesn’t care about the mess.

“Lay back,” he orders.

I hesitate. “What?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“I’m not done with you.”

“We’re going to break the sex rule?” I ask way too fast, and he laughs, shaking his head.

“No,” he says, his grin widening. “Still plenty of ways to make you come. Now lay back.”

“Yes sir.”

Ireallyhoped he would break his rule for me tonight, but I’m not about to stop him from continuing.