Page 46 of The Masks We Burn
But why?
Before I have time to dwell on an answer, he thrusts a finger back into my clenching core, rubbing light circles over my clit with his thumb. I shift, desperate for more, but he only moves slower. Lighter.
“Yeah, that’s it. Would you like to know mine, Amora?” He draws out my name, lust dripping in every syllable.
His torturous circles continue, only now he curls his inserted finger, and presses into my ass with his pinky.
“Will, please!” I cry out, my body quaking as he keeps the perfect amount of pressure to hinder my movements.
“Please what?”
Pure anguish expands in my chest, the need so great, tears burn the edge of my eyes. “Make me come, Will. Please.”
“There we go.”
He instantly grants me mercy, his fingers picking up the perfect speed, and allowing heavier force with his thumb. Next, he dips his head and sucks my peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls around before a nip forces me to struggle against him.
Everything feels too fucking good. I want to touch him. Ineedto.
William releases me with a subtle pop and is back at my ear. “Fuck my fingers, Amora. Show me how bad you want to come.”
I use his restraint as an anchor, pushing against his hold to thrust my hips up to meet his hand harder. The friction unfurls a deep tingle in my core, urging me to move faster.
“You’re so fucking wet. I can’t wait to feel this pussy sliding down on my dick.”
A moan slips from my lips, Will’s name spilling out right after. He groans against me, picking up his pace as I near the edge.
“That’s it. Come for me.” When he says it, he lets my wrists go and I instantly wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him forward as my nerves burst into flames.
My entire body convulses, the orgasm ripping through me like fire, and I use Will as an anchor to ride it out. He continues to pump his fingers, letting them fuck me through it until I’m spent, nothing more than weak limbs, barely holding on.
After a few minutes, my pants turn into steady breaths and he slowly pulls away, that damn smirk rightfully on his face. The man is ridiculous with his extremities and part of me doesn’t care what would happen or how bad things would end if we had sex.
I mean, he had me beg, for fuck’s sake.
Don’t ruin a good thing.
It is such a good thing. And I know when we do give in, it will be over. And I don’t want it to be. At least not right now.
William sits back on the couch before grabbing my hand and gently lifting me to stand.
“Well, that’s the strongest fucking coffee table ever made,” I say, pulling my shorts back up.
He grins, a light chuckle bouncing his chest. “Yeah, for real.”
He stares down at the table for a second more before standing and kissing the top of my head. It’s a sentimental action and makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter. It’s strange how he can have my pussy in his mouth, or his pinky in my ass, but a simple kiss makes me giddy.
“I’m gonna head out, sugar. But I’ll make sure your brunch goes off without a hitch.”
A sharp pang of disappointment shoots through me when I realize how abruptly he’s leaving. Though why did I expect him to stay?
I rise with him, following behind him toward the door. “Yeah. Okay. Thank you.”
He turns back around, his brows furrowing as he studies me, and I can tell he’s trying to read something on my face. “Talk to me. Is something wrong?”
Yes.But I don’t understand what. Instead of saying that and making something out of nothing, I shake my head. “Nope. All good. Have a good night, Will.”
He stands still for a moment, his gorgeous green eyes still boring into mine with such intensity, I shift on my feet to keep from looking away first.
