Chapter 46. Stay Away from Me, Bastard

She had no idea what it was all about, though, and she raised an eyebrow at him in question. Then he dipped his finger into her, and her eyes rolled back. In. Out. In. Out. He turned his finger at her, and Marissa cried out. He added another finger to it, and Marissa felt so stretched. Then he added another, and the feeling was so intensified that she forgot about her unease. Her body tightened like it was on the edge of something, and she strained up against him, knowing he could help her with what she was reaching for.

"How could she be so fucking tight?" He thought as he stroked the walls of her clitoris, increasing the tempo as he realized she was getting closer to completion.

"Damn, Rissa, you are so tight! How can you be so tight even after childbirth?" He asked in consternation as he retrieved his fingers once more.

"Please," she whispered. Not even aware she did or sure of what she was begging for.

Bernard understood, and on his next thrust, he flick