wetness soaking through your panties and coating my hand.”
Cassia’s body vibrated with lust and need. Her hips rocked
forward, into Adalynn’s touch. She smiled in response and
used her thumb like a wicked tool. Cassia nearly collapsed as
wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.
“Can I touch you like this?” Adalynn pushed Cassia’s
panties aside and brushed her fingertip over her bare, heated
sex.
Cassia bucked into Adalynn’s hand. She whimpered and
nodded, but Adalynn wasn’t satisfied.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” Cassia breathed. “Yes. Please. Touch me there.”
Adalynn’s finger brushed through her heated folds and then
to Cassia’s entrance. “Can I be inside you?”
Cassia bit down on her bottom lip to trap the scream of
pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered, remembering that Adalynn
wanted to hear her say it. Not just because it was obvious that
Cassia was giving consent, but because Adalynn was the one
behind the wheel. Maybe Cassia was just the car on the track.
Maybe with Adalynn steering her and guiding her she
wouldn’t crash and burn out.
She held her breath, and when Adalynn pushed her finger
inside just a little, she nearly saw stars. Her experience was
limited to a few kisses stolen here and there outside the private
school she’d attended, and that night in Vegas with Adalynn.
She wanted to laugh because she’d technically been an escort
for months. She didn’t get the companionship jobs often, she
supposed because most men wanted more than just someone to
go on a date with if they were paying lots of money. The
waitressing and party jobs were most frequent. She supposed