The sight of herself—panting, needy, her nipples stiff and abused—only made her feel dirtier, but instead of shame, all she felt was excitement.
She looked like a filthy slut, one who had abandoned all modesty, and somehow, that realization only made her hotter.
After what felt like forever, Ross finally pulled back. A mixture of relief and disappointment coursed through her as she watched him lift his hand, admiring how wet his fingers had become from her mouth.
But he wasn't done with her just yet.
Without a word, he raised his other hand, offering it to her expectantly.
Amy met his gaze, and something about the way he stared down at her—dominant, expectant, completely in control—made her thighs squeeze together.
She obediently parted her lips and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them just as eagerly as before.
