Uncaged (An MMA Stepbrother Romance) (90 page)

It’s just me and him, his breath on my neck, his fingers on my sex, and my moans on the wind.

He pushes a finger inside me and I grip onto his legs even harder. He angles it upward, rubs the front of inside me, and I feel so, so good. He pushes a second finger into me, and I feel myself stretch around him, and he’s still also somehow working my clit, and it’s just all too much.

I’m gripping onto him like it’s for dear life, and he settles into a quick rhythm, and I feel myself climbing higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the edge.

It’s like a big spring is inside me, coiling up, tightening and tightening, just waiting to be sprung. I can feel it in my belly, and I’ve never felt anything like this before. I can’t help but smile as I writhe and as I moan, as he plucks strings of pleasure so deep within me, strings I never knew existed.

“Shit,” I gasp, inching closer and closer to my eventual crisis. “Don’t stop!” I hiss. “Don’t stop!”

My knuckles have gone white from where I’m holding onto him, and my fingers ache.

I cross the line, I tighten up, my body flexes, and ecstasy crashes over me. I suck in air, hold my breath, squeeze around his fingers. I feel pleasure explode inside me, radiate out of me, and I’m in heaven. I’m soaring, in orbit. It’s all I can see… white-hot.

And then I’ve passed the peak, and I’m coming down the other side, and my whole body feels weak, and I’ve never felt so satisfied in my life.

And, distantly, a little voice is screaming at me:
You idiot!