Page 21 of My Ex-Military Biker

"Harder. Pinch it harder."

I do. The sharp sensation borders on pain but the pain sends pleasure radiating through me. I gasp, can't help it.

"Other hand. Between your legs. I want to watch you fuck yourself thinking about me."

The words make everything between my legs clench hard around nothing, the ache becomes unbearable.

I slide my other hand down my stomach, between my thighs. I'm so wet my fingers slip through easily.

When I touch my clit the sensation makes me bite my lip hard to keep from crying out.

"Don't hide those sounds. I want to hear every one."

I circle my clit once. The pleasure shoots through me sharp and immediate. A moan escapes before I can stop it.

"Fingers inside. Now."

I slide two fingers into myself and the stretch burns immediately. I'm so tight, tighter than I expected.

I've never done this thinking about someone real before. Someone whose eyes are locked on me, watching every movement.

"Move them. Fuck yourself."

I start moving my fingers.

Slow at first, working through the initial resistance. Then faster as my body adjusts. I can't look away from him. From his hand moving in hard, fast pulls on his cock. From the way his jaw clenches with each stroke.

"Jesus, you're tight. How the fuck are you going to take my cock when you can barely fit two fingers?"

The words make me moan louder, make my hand move faster without conscious decision.

"Add another."

"I can't," I manage.

"You can. You're going to stretch yourself on three fingers because tomorrow that's my cock inside you and I'm bigger than your fingers."

I work a third finger in slowly, stretches me wider than I've ever been. But I'm so wet they slide in despite how tight I am, despite my body's resistance.

"Look at that." His voice is strained, rough. "Taking three fingers. You're going to look so good split open on my cock."

I'm close already. Too close.

My fingers move faster, my thumb finds my clit, and I can't look away from him. From the way his hand moves. From the way he's watching me like I'm the only thing that exists.

"I'm going to come," I gasp.

"Do it. Come so I can watch."

Three more strokes and I break apart.

I come hard, clenching rhythmically around my own fingers. My head falls back and sounds I don't recognize pour out of me.

Through the haze I hear him groan low and desperate. I force my eyes open and watch him come.

I watch it spill over his hand, his stomach. The raw sound he makes goes straight through me.

We both sit there breathing hard, neither moving.