“Oh, Billy…Billy, please….”
My plea floated around us like a phantom, and my back arched of its own accord. With exquisite, deliberate strokes he was setting my insides on fire, fanning the flames with each wet caress–and watching the sensations play upon my face with the smug certainty of bigger and better things to come. His thumb found that button high up in front and I cried out with the startling need it inspired.
“Tell me how bad you want it, Andrea,” he crooned, a magician about to entrance me with his wand. “Clench your cunt for ‘yes’…open your hole for ‘no.’”
My muscles locked around his fingers and the inner spirals began. I recognized them from my own probings–and from those times Cerise and the twins had played their naughty games–but now, with Billy holding me, taking total control with the arm he wrapped around me and the fingers thrust inside, I was a woman lost. My body convulsed in a series of heated seizures, spurred on by his thrusts and the rubbing of his thumb. Before I realized how far gone I was, my cries were echoing around us. I became a mindless machine fueled by need, pumping against the butt of his hand and the fingers that formed a piston inside me.