Chapter 342: Wild but beautiful
Abrielle thought she had lost her nuts because why was she acting so desperate for a release? Her back was against the floor, her fingers going inside her folds. It didn’t feel the same.
"Oh, Cedric," she moaned sweetly, igniting something in him, something feral. He needed her badly so bad it made him weak. He knew it would be hard to control himself
Her eyes were locked with his; she imagined her fingers were his, and she clumsily tried to imitate his actions. Was this how she felt inside, so tight? She thought the more frequently a woman has sex, the less tight she becomes, but it seemed that was a lie.
"Yes, yes..." She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she tried to move faster and find her spots he knew so well. She missed the feeling of that warm tongue of his, that lit her up like fire. Her clit was so sensitive
Although she felt herself enjoying it wasn’t the same. It felt different in a way she didn’t like. A guttural groan left his throat, his eyes blazing.
This was the most beautiful sight he had seen before. He badly wished it was his member that was inside her here instead of her clumsy fingers.
Her sweet moans continued. She bit her lips, her eyes on him; just the thought of his fingers in her made her wetter with each passing finger. She kept on comparing the differences she would have felt if it was him.
"I am so tight, the same tightness that makes you moan Cedric. So wet." She purred, her eyes challenging him as she continued making sure her weak legs were open just for him.
She didn’t know when she got this comfortable with him. She didn’t even know what to call the emotion she felt. She was still terrified of Cedric, yet she knew only he could make her feel good.