Page 120 of An Oath at Midnight

“Tell me how wet you are,” he demanded, the dominance rolling from him now.

“So wet,” I said. “My panties are soaked.”

“Show me your fingers.”

I slid my hand free and showed him.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Put them in your mouth, lick them clean for me. Tell me how good you taste, Mags.”

Again, I did as he said, slipping my fingers into my mouth, tasting my own arousal for him. A moan slipped free, because having him watching me, wanting me, was so goddamn hot.

“You’re making me fucking jealous, Magnolia, tasting your pussy for me. Panties off, baby,” he bit out. “Toss them to me.”

Sliding my fingers down the sides of my underwear, I pushed them down and stepped out. He held out his hand, and I threw them to him. He snatched them and pressed them to his face, breathing deep with a rough growl. “Fuck.”

His hand was stroking faster inside his boxer briefs, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“Spread your legs for me,” he rasped. “That’s it. Now show me. Show me how you get yourself off thinking about me, imagining me fucking you. Show me exactly what you do.”

My knees quivered and my face heated, but I did what he asked, needing to please him, desperate to get off, to show him what he did to me. I ran a finger over my slick clit, then circled it.

“Spread your pussy for me, so I can see,” he said, every muscle in his body tight and straining.

I did, then repeated the move, circling my clit, and a whimper broke free. Having Bram’s hot gaze on me was exciting as hell. I’d never been this turned on. “I—I want you naked,” I said. “I want to see you.”

He shoved his underwear down instantly, kicking them aside, and his heavy cock jutted from his strong, lean body, thick and so impossibly hard. He gripped it immediately and started stroking again. The head glistened, leaking with every stroke.

I wanted to squeeze my legs together, the ache was so bad.

“You hurting, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Do you push your fingers inside when you get yourself off?” he asked through gritted teeth, his black eyes utterly wild now.

I nodded, another moan escaping.

“Do it,” he ordered.

I’d been waiting, needing him to tell me what to do, craving it, and as soon as he did, I felt a deep pulse inside me, another rush of arousal. I slid my fingers lower, pushing one inside me, just the tip, in and out, teasing Bram and myself.

“More,” he demanded. “Push it in, Magnolia. Fuck yourself for me.”

I did it, helpless to do anything else. I slid in and out, and his gaze was locked on what I was doing.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. It’s all over your hand. Fuck. Add another finger, that’s it, can you feel the stretch?”

“Yes, I feel it.” I worked myself with two fingers, pushing deep, seeking out that spot inside me that made me come hard every time.

“Faster, deeper, Mags,” he said.

The wet sounds of me finger-fucking myself and Bram stroking his cock, along with our labored breaths, filled the room.

“Now rub your clit with the other hand,” he said, panting.

As soon as my fingers grazed my clit, the pleasure shot higher. I rubbed once, twice—and tipped over the edge, coming hard and calling Bram’s name. My inner muscles pulsed around my fingers, and I couldn’t stay on my feet. I dropped to my knees while I carried on working my clit, wringing out every last bit of pleasure I could while Bram watched.

Panting, I looked up at him. “Please,” I rasped, not sure what I was asking for but needing something more.